His Rejected Mate, His Obsession
Waking up naked between two strangers wasn't part of Kiara's engagement celebration. Neither was being rejected by her fated mate, disowned by her family, and stabbed by her only sister.
Six years later, she's survived. Rebuilt. Moved on.
Then Chase Knight walks back into her life, and the mate bond that should've died? It's very much alive. He still makes her feel things she thought died years ago.
There's just one problem: he's engaged to Kylie and Kiara has a secret she'd rather die than let any one of them find out about.
And Chase? He's about to find out that the woman he rejected six years ago is the only one he's ever really wanted.
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Chapter 6
CHASE
I walked into my bedroom, numb, my mind all over the place. I hadn't expected to see Kiara today. I hadn't even expected to ever see her again.
I thought I was done. I thought I had buried the past. I thought what she did to me didn't matter anymore.
But the second I saw her face, everything I'd locked away for six goddamn years exploded in my chest like it never left.
She betrayed me. She humiliated me.
And now what? She had a kid?
A kid. Which meant she might be married. Living her life. Doing just fine while I was stuck in this limbo.
It was like none of it ever meant anything to her. Like I never meant anything.
I sank into a chair, gripping the edge, trying not to let the thoughts drown me, but they were louder than ever. The image of her holding that little boy. His eyes. His smile. That kid didn't just exist. That kid belonged to her.
The woman who once begged me to love her. Who once looked at me like I was the only one.
Now she had someone else. She'd moved on.
And I felt like a fool for still caring.
The worst part? I missed her. I missed her like a sick addict and hated myself for it.
I tried to shift my focus. Tried to think about Kylie. About the woman who had stood beside me after Kiara ruined everything. The woman who was waiting patiently for me to finally choose her.
But even that didn't bring peace.
Being with Kylie always felt... tiring. Forced. There was nothing wrong with her. She was sweet, she was loyal, she wanted me. But I just couldn't feel what I was supposed to feel.
Still, I didn't want to hurt her. After everything she'd done.
A knock pulled me from my thoughts. I didn't move right away.
"Your Highness," someone called through the door.
I stood and opened it slowly. A palace guard.
"What?" I said, my voice sharper than I intended.
"Miss Kylie is here to see you. She's waiting in the tea room."
I wanted to turn her away. I wanted to be alone.
But Kiara's face was still flashing through my mind. That hollow smile she gave me like I was just another stranger.
I sighed and ran a hand down my face. "Tell her I'll be there soon."
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When I walked into the tea room, Kylie was already seated, waiting with that practiced hopeful look in her eyes.
"Chase!" she said, like she hadn't seen me in years.
I gave a nod and walked over, not sitting just yet.
"It's late. What are you doing here?"
"I... I just wanted to see you. It's been weeks since we last spoke. I was getting worried," she said with a soft voice, almost fragile.
I knew she worried too much. I knew she always felt unsure about us, like I was going to disappear.
And maybe it was because I kept letting her.
I should try harder with her. That's what I told myself. Kiara had clearly moved on. She had a whole damn child and probably a husband too. I needed to stop being so stuck in the past.
These were just old feelings. That's all.
"I'm sorry about the distance. I've just been busy. I'll make more time for you soon," I told her.
Her face lit up like a little kid getting a gift. "You really mean that? You'll spend more time with me?"
"Yeah. I will."
There was a silence before I added, "But it's already late. You should head home."
Her smile faltered, like a candle flickering out.
"I... I was thinking... maybe I could stay the night. We've been engaged for a while now and..."
I cut her off without even thinking. I didn't want to hear it.
"No. Go home, Kylie."
She tried to smile again, but her eyes gave her away. She was hurting.
"Okay. I get it. But Chase... if you're not over my sister, you can tell me. What happened back then... it was horrible for all of us."
I looked away. The guilt was starting to push down hard. She didn't deserve this. She had stood by me when everyone else was too ashamed to look me in the eye.
"Why are you bringing her up?"
"I just... I just don't want to be forcing something if you're still hung up on her. I know how charming she is. I know forgetting her isn't easy."
She dropped her gaze again, and this time it hit deeper.
"I'm not thinking about her," I said too quickly. "That part of my life is over."
The lie sat heavy on my tongue.
"You sure?" she whispered.
"Yeah. So stop worrying. Go home. I'll find you when I'm less busy."
She nodded, smiling even though her face still looked like it wanted to cry. Then she walked out.
I slumped into the nearest chair.
But no matter what I told Kylie, no matter what I told myself, Kiara was still in my head.
I couldn't erase the way her son clung to her. The way she looked at him.
That kid. That damn kid.
Who was his father?
Why did the question bother me so much?
I should hate her. But all I could think about was the possibility that he was mine.
And if he was...
I wasn't going to let her get away with hiding that from me.
Not this time.
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7.6
I was kneeling on the cold concrete of an abandoned warehouse, staring at a ticking timer while a masked man held a knife to my throat. My fiancé's nephew, Preston, finally burst through the door, but he wasn't alone. He was clutching my stepsister, Felicia, both of them looking frantic.
The kidnapper gave Preston a brutal choice: the bomb was rigged to the door, and he could only take one woman with him. The other would stay behind to burn.
Without a single second of hesitation, Preston grabbed Felicia's hand and turned his back on me.
"I'm sorry, Annelise," he said, his voice flat and devoid of any real regret.
He slammed the heavy iron door shut, leaving me to scream in the darkness as the flames began to roar. He didn't just leave me to die; he did it to protect his inheritance, treating me like a piece of trash that was finally being cleared from his path.
Later, in the hospital, he didn't even offer an apology. Instead, he raised his hand to strike me, threatening to finish what the fire started if I dared to speak a word about his cowardice. His stepsister laughed, trying to pour scalding coffee on my face while calling me a pathetic loser who should have stayed in the warehouse.
I sat there, cowering and shaking like a broken girl, letting them believe they had won. I watched their cruelty with wide, watery eyes, wondering how they could be so blind to the monster they were provoking.
What Preston didn't know was that the entire kidnapping was a performance I had choreographed myself, and every second of his betrayal was recorded in 4K.
Now, I've successfully moved into the manor of the real king-his uncle, Francesco Lancaster. He thinks he's rescued a wounded bird, but he's actually invited a world-class predator into his home. The game is no longer about survival; it's about total destruction.
8.7
Synopsis:
She thought she could forget him by morning. She was wrong.
Catherine Moretti wanted to escape her past.
As the daughter of a powerful mafia boss, her life was full of danger, lies, and control. So she ran, hoping to start over, far from the world she was born into.
But one reckless night turned her life upside down, just to find out later she's pregnant with the hot Italian stranger's baby, the one she spent the night with!
Now, she's pulled back into the mafia world, only this time, into Nico's.
She ran from one mafia king... and ended up in the arms of his enemy
However, Nico isn't the kind of man you walk away from.
And in his world, one night can turn into forever.
8.9
"Aria," He called my name so sweetly as my legs wobbled. No, no, no..I can't fall for his charms again.
"Don't touch me!" My voice betrayed me. A moan came out as Lucas drew closer to me.
"What do you think, that I will ever let you go? Never ever..." His breath fanned my face, and one more trick from him, then I'm doomed. I'm here for revenge, but he wants to ruin me.
***
Aria, the girl everyone knows as the one marked under the blood moon. She was chosen by the moon goddess years ago to bear the mark, but little did she know what her destiny was.
She was faced with so much torture from the people because they think that whoever bears that mark would cause nothing but destruction.
Aria became a threat to the kingdom. Enemies wanting to take the one who bears the mark. And the one person she trusts betrays her. Lucas, his quest for more power made him sacrifice Aria to access the throne.
Years later, war started in the kingdom, and Aria, the forbidden Luna, came back with a completely different personality, not that once sweet Aria they all knew but instead a strong and powerful Aria that no one could challenge.
Lucas regretted everything he did to Aria, but Aria no longer wanted love but revenge.
But with their mate bond activated and with nothing but revenge in her heart leading the kingdom to doom, Lucas must choose either to surrender to the mate he once betrayed or lose his world to the wrath of the Luna he forgot.
7.3
The sound of loud slapping windows jolted her from her sleep. She carefully got down from the bed, walking towards the window to shut it closed.
She froze instantly, turning cold with fear at the familiar figure standing right outside her window.
She staggered backwards. "No," she shook her head in disbelief, but that didn't stop him from jumping through her window.
She ran for the door, desperately trying to unlock it, but it wasn't even budging. Her heart raced in her chest, her palms clammy, and then she felt his large presence behind her, slamming his hand on the door right beside her head.
She slowly turned to find those cold gray eyes staring at her.
She trembled. "H-how did you f-find me?"
A sinister smirk suddenly appeared on his lips, his eyes shining with an evil glint.
"Didn't I tell you, Lilian? You run, I chase."
His hand shot to her throat, his thumb caressing it gently, and then he covered the distance between them, leaning in for his hot breath to fan her neck.
His hand held her small waist, pulling her impossibly closer to himself.
"Now you must be punished, princess."
In a bid to escape her cold husband and her cruel family, Lilian finds herself in an even more dangerous situation that either mends or breaks her.
7.5
I was Nyx, a top-tier covert operative. But when I opened my eyes, I was trapped in the unfamiliar, overweight body of a bullied girl named Eliza.
Before I could even process the body swap, the bedroom door splintered open. I was in bed with Julian Malone, a wealthy military heir, both of us heavily drugged. Cameras flashed wildly. It was a vicious setup to ruin his career, and I was the bait.
To save his family's reputation, Julian was forced to marry me. But the moment the wedding was over, he abandoned me. His elite family treated me like a disease. His mother froze my only bank account, trying to starve me into submission.
I even intercepted a private conversation between his parents.
"Once she's in a private facility, she loses all legal standing. We can sign anything we want on her behalf."
They planned to lock me up in a mental asylum and erase my existence entirely to get rid of the "trailer park trash."
To them, I was just a weak, pathetic pawn they could crush without a second thought. They thought they had backed a helpless girl into a corner.
They had no idea they had just declared war on a lethal weapon.
I didn't cry or beg. Instead, I bypassed their state-of-the-art security, cracked their safe, and stole the financial secrets that could destroy their entire empire.
"I want five hundred thousand dollars, or these files go to the IRS."
This time, I was playing by my own rules.
9.7
Rogues broke into the Pack House, holding a silver knife to my throat while another captive held Brooke, the so-called "Seer."
The Rogue leader gave my Alpha, Harrison, three seconds to choose who lived.
Without hesitation, he commanded, "Save Brooke."
I was gutted with a silver blade and left to bleed out on the carpet while he cradled her.
Miraculously, I survived, only to find he had already replaced me. He claimed Brooke was pregnant with his heir—something he said I, a "defective" Omega who couldn't shift, could never give him.
To protect his reputation and clear the way for his new Luna, he didn't just exile me. He drugged me with Wolfsbane and threw me onto a fishing trawler rigged with explosives.
As the timer ticked down in the dark cargo hold, I finally understood the depth of his cruelty.
Years ago, when I miscarried our actual child alone on the bathroom floor, begging for him through the mind-link, he hadn't just ignored me—he had blocked me to pick up his mistress.
The boat exploded, turning the ocean into fire. Harrison stood on the cliff, watching me burn, satisfied that his problem was gone.
But he forgot that my bloodline doesn't perish in fire.
Six months later, I walked back into the Council Hall.
I wasn't the weak Omega anymore. I was the legendary White Wolf.
And on my arm was the Lycan King—the one man Harrison feared most.
"Hello, Harrison," I smiled.
"I believe you're sitting in my seat."