Her Alpha's Ultimate Betrayal

From the moment I was born, I didn’t cry or make a sound. Because this was my second time living. I thought I was strange enough, but my twin sister, Alayah, was even stranger. “We’re not real sisters,” she said, her voice soft but firm. I froze, unsure how a one-year-old werewolf pup was supposed to react. She continued, “Since I’ve taken your sister’s place, I’ll take care of you.” My heart slowly settled back into place. So that’s what she meant. --- I often wondered if she could see things I couldn’t. When we were alone in our shared room, she would sometimes stare into the air, her tiny fists clenched, her eyes wild with excitement. “A huge bowl of spaghetti, I’m going to devour it,” she’d mutter.

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Mother was busy caring for the young pack heir, so it was just my sister Alayah and I, growing up side by side.

I often heard her muttering about "Wi-Fi" and "smartphones." I had no idea what a smartphone was, but I knew about nets.

In my past life, when times were hard, I’d gone hunting a few times. So, on our tenth birthday, I decided to make her a hunting trap as a gift.

At first, she didn’t understand what it was. After I explained, she burst into laughter, clutching her sides.

She pinched my cheeks, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "My little sister is just too adorable."

I frowned and swatted her hand away. If we were counting lifetimes, I was probably older than her.

With a flourish, she pulled out two meat pies from a bag. "You can’t have a birthday without a birthday treat," she declared.

I blinked at her, correcting her gently. "Those are just meat pies."

She stuck out her tongue at me and pulled out two candles she’d scavenged from somewhere. "I say it’s a treat, so it’s a treat," she said firmly, shoving the candles into the pies.

She then ordered me to close my eyes and make a wish. By now, I was used to her quirks, so I obeyed, closing my eyes with genuine sincerity. My wish was simple—I wanted my sister to always be happy and safe.

When I opened my eyes, she was grinning at me.

"Did you make a wish?" I asked.

She nodded, her smile softening. "My wish was to take you to my time," she said, her voice wistful. "Then I could take you to eat real birthday treats, go to pack runs, and enjoy the full moon feasts."

She listed off a string of things that sounded magical and delicious, her excitement infectious. But then her voice trailed off, and her expression grew somber.

"You’d love it there," she murmured, almost to herself.

I was hanging on her every word, so when she stopped, I nudged her. "Why’d you stop?"

"You really want to hear more?" Her eyes lit up again, and when I nodded, she launched into a detailed description of her world.

That night, she told me about things I could hardly imagine—pack gatherings, howling ceremonies, and so much more. It was as if she’d opened a door to a whole new world for me, one I could barely comprehend but desperately wanted to explore.

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I smelled him before I saw his name. That should have been my first warning. The Come of Age Ceremony was held at the Greywood Hall, a sprawling estate in neutral territory that smelled like pine resin and old money and the careful anxiety of two dozen Alphas trying not to look like they were watching each other. I had been here for three hours. I had shaken hands with seven pack leaders, declined four alliance proposals, and accepted one glass of whiskey that I had not touched. Lucy stood two steps behind my left shoulder the way she always did — close enough to hear everything, far enough to give me room to be the most dangerous thing in the room. I was good at that. Being the most dangerous thing in the room. The Ironveil Pack had not been built on birthright or bloodline. It had been built on six years of surviving things that should have killed me, and then turning around and making sure they couldn't try again.

Fantasy Romance Werewolf

9.5

My Alpha Let His Mistress Kill Our Unborn Child

9.5

I stood before the mirror in our—no, his—bedroom, my fingers trembling as I wrapped the silk bandage around my wrist. Not to hide a wound. To hide the tremor that had started three months ago, the physical manifestation of a bond slowly dying from neglect. The white fabric felt cool against my skin as I tied it with practiced efficiency. Luna Gabriella of the Blood Claw Pack couldn't afford to show weakness. Not tonight. Not at the Annual Moonlight Gala where every visiting Alpha would scrutinize Bruno's mate, searching for cracks in the legendary bond that had once defied the Lycan Council itself. I reached for the small vial on my vanity—scent blocker, thick and clinical. The label promised twelve hours of complete masking. Twelve hours of being invisible, even to werewolf senses.

Fantasy Romance Werewolf

8.8

My Alpha Tried to Demote Me to Omega for Her

8.8

The grand ballroom of the Blackwood Pack House glittered under crystal chandeliers, a sea of formal gowns and tailored suits swaying to the string quartet's melody. I smoothed down my simple navy dress—elegant but understated, designed to blend into the background. Five years as Luna had taught me the art of invisibility. "Miss Spencer, the Eastern Ridge Beta is questioning the seating arrangement," Marcus, our pack Beta, appeared at my elbow, his voice low. "He's insisting on being placed near the Northern Alliance representatives." I nodded, already moving toward the entrance hall where the offending Beta stood, his face flushed with indignation. The Eastern Ridge and Northern Alliance had a territorial dispute brewing—something Lachlan had ignored despite my warnings. "Beta Morris," I greeted him with a diplomatic smile. "I've rearranged the seating to honor your pack's traditions. You'll be positioned with the Western Valley delegation—your traditional allies." His eyes narrowed. "And the Northerners?" "Separated by the Silver Creek and Moonstone delegations," I replied smoothly.

Fantasy Romance Werewolf

8.2

Reborn After Dying with My Child

8.2

In my previous life, I, Claire Holloway, was eight months pregnant, kneeling in a storm, begging Lucas Ashford to save the bankrupt Holloway family. But he held his first love, Vanessa Wren, in his arms, looking down at me with cold disdain. "The Holloway family's downfall was orchestrated by me. Did you really think I'd fall for a spoiled rich girl like you? If it weren't for getting my revenge today, I'd have found even touching you disgusting." In despair, I died that freezing night—two lives lost with me. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day I was diagnosed with pregnancy. Lucas was gently peeling shrimp for me, smiling as he asked what kind of diamond ring I wanted. I looked at his hypocritical face and let out a quiet, cold laugh. This time, I wouldn't make the same mistake again.

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8.7

Rejected by the Mate Who Chose Another

8.7

Three days before the mark ceremony, my fiancé took his so-called soulmate to a sacred clearing in the woods to indulge in their shameful affair. I quietly closed the door behind them and dismissed all the pack members nearby. I did this not out of kindness, but because in my past life, after I exposed Gia Fernandez’s incurable illness, she hanged herself that very night. Wilson Hamilton, my mate, thanked me with his words but betrayed me with his actions. On the night of our mark ceremony, he knocked me unconscious and sent me to a rogue den. He made every rogue in that den take turns entering the room where I lay helpless. Afterward, he threw my bruised and naked body into a pit of rogues. “If you hadn’t shamed Gia and ruined her reputation, she would never have been driven to take her own life!” he snarled. “Since you accused her of being a rogue’s whore out of jealousy, I’ll let you experience what it’s like to be one.” In the end, the rogues tortured me to death. Now, reborn, I only wish for Wilson and Gia to be bound together forever, unable to escape each other.

Fantasy Romance Werewolf

7.1

Rejected Luna: Mated to the king of Alphas

7.1

The powerful white wolf promised to return but no one could predict how subtle and humble her return would be. They expect a great appearance and ignore a quiet and unpredictable arrival and it's a legendary fact that whoever mates with her, becomes the most powerful Lycan to ever exist. Many Alphas and Lycans await the return of the Legendary white wolf and when Alpha Kasper of the Cliffwood pack discovered that his destined mate from the moon goddess for him was the wolfless Omega Amelia, daughter of the Pack's Beta, he tortured her and rejected her. And just when he thought she wouldn't survive his rejection, a twist followed, he realised that his rejected mate was the long awaited White wolf, his world came crashing and a curse was left behind....

Fantasy Romance Werewolf

Her Alpha's Ultimate Betrayal

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