Heart of An Alpha

Five years. Five years of waiting. Five years of loving him in secret. She thought she knew the truth-until the night everything shattered. Trapped between a man who wants to destroy her and the wolf inside the one she loves, she must fight to survive... and to save him. "Oh my God... what happened?? Why are you like this??" she cried, holding him close. "It's already too late for me," he whispered, pain etched in every word. "No!! You can't die!! I won't let you!!" "I'm so sorry... I have never regretted having you as my mate," he murmured, a faint smile on his lips. But some battles aren't won with strength alone. Some sacrifices come at a cost she's not ready to pay. "I accept your rejection," he said, his final words tearing her world apart. When love, loyalty, and rage collide, can Avery escape with her heart-and her life-intact, or will the ones she trusts the most be the ones who destroy her? A heart-pounding, darkly emotional tale of love, betrayal, and the choices that haunt us forever.

Chapters

Chapter 1

I stood in my lingerie before the full-length mirror as the seamstress took final measurements for my custom ivory wedding gown.

"Hold still, Miss Emerson," she murmured, easing the delicate fabric over my shoulders. The back zipper hissed shut, molding the dress to my curves like a second skin.

"Oh, you'll be the perfect Luna of Alpha Liam," the seamstress gasped. "In twenty years of tailoring, I've never seen a bride glow like this."

A satisfied smile curved my lips as I studied my reflection.

The stylist had swept my chestnut hair into an elegant cascade down my back, the ends dusting over the gown's silver-stitched train like autumn leaves on frosted silk. With the diamond tiara catching the light, I could almost believe the fairy tales - the lost princess returned to claim her fated happiness. I couldn't wait for Liam to see me so perfect.

My husband-to-be, my mate.

I snapped my fingers for the attendant to bring my phone. Liam should have been here thirty minutes ago. As if summoned by my irritation, the screen lit up with his caller ID.

"Where are you?" My manicured thumb tapped the phone case. "The final fitting starts in-"

"Avery, emergency at the office." His usually smooth baritone crackled with tension. "Can't talk now-"

The call died. I stared at the darkened screen, my half-formed protest dying on my lips. Five years together, and he'd never once cut me off mid-sentence. What emergency could it be?

Liam had already been the formidable Alpha of the Silver Shroud Pack, and our union would only solidify his strength. The marriage alliance had been arranged since my birth. Although I once went missing, the Goddess brought me back. Even more surprisingly, we were not just an arranged couple, but fated mates.

I could never forget our first encounter. The moment our eyes met, we felt the bond. The Moon Goddess made us for each other. Everyone knew that, and both of our packs eagerly awaited our wedding. But why did I feel so restless now?

I exhaled sharply, my fingers sliding to another number. My mother, Luna of the Frost veil Pack. The other person who had promised to be here today. I was only six when I was taken, but I still remember her warm scent of jasmine and snow. I had always dreamed of being back in Mom's arms, but when I finally returned at eighteen, her arm wrapped around another girl's shoulders.

"Welcome back, Avery," she smiled at me, but the warmth in her voice wasn't meant for me. "This is your sister, Riley."

Riley Emerson. A replacement, adopted to soothe my mother's grief after I went missing. Riley hadn't just taken my place as the Mom's daughter-she'd grown up beside Liam, becoming his closest confidante. Had I never returned, she would have been the one standing at his side today.

I tried not to complain. I truly did-especially after Liam swore I was his one and only, his true love.

I tried to accept Riley as a sister. But Riley... she hadn't accepted that. To her, I was an intruder, stealing the life that should have been hers. And five years ago, she nearly ended me for it.

No. I squeezed my eyes shut, forcing the memories away. Riley had been punished. Liam was mine. Our wedding was finally happening. She couldn't hurt me anymore.

Swallowing the bitterness, I dialed my mother's number. We'd already missed so much-I wouldn't let this moment slip away either.

"Mom... you're late." The words tumbled out the second the call connected, my voice too eager, too needy.

"I'm not coming to the boutique." Her reply was ice, slicing through my fragile excitement.

"W-What?" My throat tightened, the weight of her rejection crashing over me.

"Something came up. Don't call again." The line went dead before I could protest.

The dial tone buzzed in my ear like an angry hornet. My arm dropped limply to my side, the phone slipping from my numb fingers to land with a thud on the plush carpet.

What the hell was happening?

A gnawing unease curled in my chest. My wolf, Lydia, snarled in warning. Something was wrong.

Without thinking, I bolted from the boutique, my wedding train forgotten.

I needed to find Liam.

I took the private elevator up, my reflection in the mirrored walls showing a bride-to-be with fire in her eyes. The doors hadn't fully opened on the executive floor, and I dashed out.

Liam's secretary leapt up, "Miss Avery, please, he's in a private-"

"Move." The single syllable dripped with warning. I'm a full-grown Alpha wolf and soon to be their Luna. They couldn't afford to piss me off.

Swallowing hard, she moved.

The oak door exploded inward under my palm. I'd thought of a lot of possibilities. Liam could be in trouble, he probably just didn't want me to worry. However, what greeted me froze the blood in my veins-Liam's broad back bent over a slender figure, their lips locked in what looked like desperate passion.

The woman's manicured fingers were tangled in his hair. Then the scent hit me. Vanilla and deceit.

"Riley." The name tore from my throat, and Lydia growled inside me. Time fractured. Liam whirled around, his usually perfect hair disheveled a bit.

Riley-that backstabbing bitch-had the audacity to smirk at me over his shoulder. Her pink tongue darted out to lick Liam's taste from her lips.

Lydia erupted. My claws shredded the doorframe as I launched forward.

"YOU DARE TOUCH MY MATE?" The roar shook the glass windows.

To his credit, Liam moved faster than I'd ever seen. He planted himself between us, palms raised.

"Avery, wait-"

"Wait?" I nearly choked on the word.

"You missed our final fitting for this? After everything she's done?" My voice dropped to a deadly whisper. "Five years ago, she left me bleeding in the snow. And now you let her put her hands on you?"

Liam's handsome face twisted in anguish. "It's not what you-"

Riley chose that moment to whimper dramatically, pressing herself against Liam's back.

"Please, Liam... she's scaring me." Her voice trembled, but her eyes-those cold, calculating eyes -locked onto mine with quiet triumph.

Lydia snarled inside me, my claws unsheathing with an audible shink. The wolf in me recognized the challenge for what it was.

This bitch was playing us both.

"You have three seconds to get your hands off him," I growled, my voice layered with the threat of my wolf.

Liam's jaw tightened. "Enough."

His Alpha power rolled through the room, pressing against my skin like a warning. But I was no subordinate to be cowed. I was his equal.

"Then choose." My words sliced through the heavy silence. "Right now. Her or me."

For the first time since I'd known him, Liam hesitated. A heartbeat. Two. That was all it took. His answer was clear enough.

The bond between us-the one that had hummed with certainty since the day we met-fractured. Lydia let out a wounded howl in my mind, and something inside me broke.

I took a step back, my claws retracting. The fire in my veins turned to ice.

"No." Liam finally moved toward me, his hand outstretched. "Avery, it's not what you think-"

"Save it." My voice was eerily calm now, the storm replaced by something far more dangerous -finality.

I slid the diamond engagement ring from my finger and let it clatter onto his desk. "The wedding's off."

Riley's breath hitched-not in distress, but in victory.

Liam's eyes darkened, his Alpha instincts flaring. "You don't get to make that decision alone."

I smirked, bitter and sharp. "I just did."

Then I turned and walked out-my head high, my heart in pieces, and my wolf howling in grief.

Goodbye forever, my love.

Continue to next part

Clare Lynch thought she was celebrating her fairy-tale engagement. She happily drank the pink cocktail her best friend, Brianna, handed her. But the drink was laced with a powerful, burning drug. As Clare's legs gave out, she overheard Brianna whispering outside the door. Her best friend had hired two thugs to assault her on camera and completely ruin her life. Terrified and gasping for air, Clare hid in the VIP room and called her fiancé, Jaren, for help. "I feel sick. Something is wrong. Please come get me." But Jaren just sighed impatiently, busy comforting his mistress in the background. "Stop throwing tantrums for attention. Grow up." Jaren hung up the phone. When Clare finally escaped and begged her grandmother to cancel the wedding, the matriarch coldly refused. She told Clare that marriage was just a business transaction, and she had to endure Jaren's cheating because their family needed the Bolton's money. Betrayed by her best friend, abandoned by her fiancé, and sold out by her own blood. Clare's world completely collapsed. She was nothing but a bargaining chip, thrown to the monsters by the people she loved most. The sheer injustice of it burned her soul to ash. With her last ounce of strength, Clare made a desperate choice. She called Aurthur Bolton—Jaren's ruthless, terrifying uncle. When the most dangerous man in New York kicked down the door to save her, Clare made a silent vow. She was done playing the perfect victim. She would let the devil claim her, as long as he helped her burn her abusers to the ground.

Action Modern Romance

9.3

Flash Marriage To My Disabled Commander

9.3

Six years ago, my adoptive family framed me for commercial espionage, stripped me of my identity, and threw me out. Now, I finally returned to the Solis estate as a commercial pilot to take back what was mine. But the first thing my adoptive mother did was threaten me with that forged evidence again. She demanded I take my sister Kiana's place in a marriage contract with a disabled man, simply because Kiana refused to marry him. When I refused, Kiana ambushed me at the airport with a mob of reporters. She cried for the cameras, publicly accusing me of causing our father's and brother's deaths. She painted me as a ruthless monster who bankrupted the company and ruined the family. The crowd instantly turned on me, screaming that I was a murderer and a gold-digger. Kiana wanted to completely destroy my reputation so I would have no choice but to submit to her arrangement. I looked at her fake tears, feeling a cold, absolute fury. How dare she use the tragic deaths of the only family members who actually loved me as a prop for her sick show? They had ruined my life once, and now they wanted to bury me alive. I didn't hesitate. I slapped her hard across the face right in front of the flashing cameras. "That was for my father and brother." Then, my real fiancé, a decorated Delta Force commander, rolled through the crowd in his wheelchair. He tossed a classified Pentagon file to the reporters, completely clearing my name and exposing Kiana's lies. I married him to start my revenge, but as I stepped into his heavily secured penthouse that night, I realized my powerful new husband had been preparing for me for a very long time.

Action Modern Romance

9.3

HIS UNWORTHY MATE

9.3

Jade knows what it feels like to have no one in her corner; she experienced it firsthand when her aunt sweet-talked her parents and took her to the Philippines' when she was eight. After years of abuse and being used, the only thing Jade wished for was an escape to finally go home and be with her family. All Jade wished for was to experience what it feels like to be loved once again and she got that when she finally escaped from her aunt and made her way back home to her pack and family in Detroit. Finding out that the Alpha Heir Hunter was her mate was the best thing to ever happen to Jade, and Hunter gave Jade a home, love, and became the safety and comfort Jade had always wished for. Two years of blissful union came to an abrupt end when Jade woke up in bed with her sister's boyfriend after a party. Her life goes from sweet to bitter in a matter of days as everyone Jade once loved turned their backs on her, refusing to believe them when she said she didn't cheat on her mate. How could she? Hunter was the love of her life. Jade goes from preparing to becoming the Luna of the Blackwood Pack, to being treated no less than a traitor. Hunter doesn't wait another heartbeat before rejecting her, and Jade is soon branded as a defective mate, banished to the woods as a rogue. How will Jade survive life as a pregnant rogue? The cursed brand on her neck makes it impossible for any pack to take her in. Will her mate come after her? Or will Jade find her strength somewhere else and come back to enact her revenge on the people who hurt her?

Action Romance Werewolf

8.9

Reborn To Ruin: The Jilted Heiress's Revenge

8.9

I lay on a mildewed mattress in a run-down motel, my body trembling from withdrawal. Once the most feared "Gossip Queen" in Hollywood, I was now a forty-three-year-old ghost staring at a cracked mirror, waiting for the end. The door clicked open, and Brittany Potts stepped in, looking immaculate in a beige trench coat that cost more than my life. She didn't come to help; she tossed a waiver of marital assets onto my bed and handed me a cup of coffee laced with something that smelled like bitter almonds. She laughed, telling me my husband, Bennet, was already in the Bahamas celebrating my death. I froze when I saw the sapphire pendant around her neck—my mother’s necklace, which had vanished the day she died. As the poison began to burn through my chest, Brittany leaned in and whispered her final secret: she was the one who cut the brake lines on the car that killed my father when we were teenagers. My entire life had been a lie. The pills, the scandal, the bankruptcy—it was all a masterpiece of betrayal orchestrated by the two people I trusted most. I died on that filthy floor, suffocating on my own rage and the taste of chemicals, praying for a single chance to make them pay. But when I opened my eyes, the pain was gone. I was sitting in my old bedroom, the morning sun shining on a calendar that read September 15, 2024. My mother’s voice, warm and alive, called me for breakfast from downstairs. I was eighteen again, back in my senior year at Crestview Academy, and the monsters who destroyed me were still pretending to be my friends. This time, I’m the one who holds the shears.

Action Fantasy Mystery

7.8

The Apocalypse Remembers Him

7.8

When the world collapses, most people fight to survive. Ryan Black fights to remember. He remembers the blood-soaked streets. He remembers the orders that sent him to die. He remembers the woman who turned her back when he needed her most. Reborn at the dawn of the apocalypse, Ryan awakens with a terrifying gift-Limitless Growth. Every battle makes him stronger. Every mistake from his enemies fuels his evolution. But unlike the reckless heroes around him, Ryan chooses patience. He hides his true power, allowing history to repeat itself while he watches... and waits. Sophie Black, once his wife, now approaches him with regret heavy in her voice and desperation in her eyes. She wants forgiveness. She wants safety. She wants the man she abandoned-without understanding that man no longer exists. Elias Grant, Ryan's former superior, once held authority, strength, and influence. Now, as the apocalypse strips away titles and lies, Elias finds himself unraveling-physically beaten, mentally cornered, and slowly crushed by the subordinate he once overlooked. Monsters roam the ruins of civilization, but Ryan knows the truth: the apocalypse isn't the real enemy. This is not a story about saving the world. It's about reclaiming dignity, dominance, and identity- one calculated step, one broken enemy, at a time.

Action LitRPG Romance Sci-Fi

9.2

The Billionaire Fiancee's Revenge

9.2

Kimberly Clark believed she had finally escaped a lifetime of being overlooked because of her plain looks. After years of standing in the shadow of her sister, she had found her place-and her heart-in Alexander Wellington, heir to a powerful empire. With him, she was no longer invisible. She was seen, valued, and loved. Their wedding was meant to mark the moment her painful past gave way to a brighter future. But on the night of Alexander's bachelor party, her sister, Summer, struck with ruthless precision. Disguised as hotel staff, she drugged his drink and followed him into his room-her jealousy twisting into obsession. Alexander resisted, fighting the haze overtaking his body. "Stop, Summer," he groaned, shoving her back. But she clung tighter, whispering words meant to wound: "She doesn't deserve you. I'm the one you should want." Then came the message-sent from an unknown number. Kimberly, hurry. Alexander isn't feeling well. Room 1207. She rushed to the hotel, heart pounding with fear. When the door swung open, she saw Alexander on the bed with Summer-his shirt undone, Summer pressed against him. To her, this was betrayal. The man she trusted above all seemed to have shattered her. Blinded by heartbreak, she fled into the night. Tears blurred her vision as she stumbled into the street. Headlights flared. The impact was brutal. Glass tore into her face, blood pooling as the car sped away. She was left broken. Her face was destroyed. An elderly man, grieving his own losses, found her and refused to let her die. She lost her memory, but he gave her a new name, flew her abroad for facial reconstruction, and stood by her through every painful surgery. Three years passed. Her face was rebuilt. Her body healed. Her memory returned. Her soul was sharpened by pain. Now, she returns-not as the ignored daughter, not as the bride who bled in the street. She carries a new face, a new identity, and a vow carved deep within her: To reclaim what was hers. To confront the sister who betrayed her. And to face Alexander-the man who once held her heart, the man she cannot forget, and the man she must decide whether to love again... or destroy. The Billionaire Fiancée's Revenge When love is broken by betrayal, vengeance becomes the only vow.

Action Billionaire Romance

Heart of An Alpha

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