His Unwanted Mate: Awakening The White Wolf
My parents spent eighteen years grooming me for one singular purpose: to be the mate of Jax Little, the future Alpha.
We grew up together, promising a hundred times that we would rule the Silver Moon Pack side by side.
But on the night of the Recognition Ritual, because my inner wolf was silent and I hadn't shifted yet, everything shattered.
Jax stood before the entire pack, looked at Catalina—a stranger in red silk—and then looked at me with cold, steel-gray eyes.
"I, Jax Little, reject you, Eliana Carter."
He didn't just break our bond; he let his new Luna destroy me.
When Catalina shoved me into a pool, he saved her instead of me.
When she framed me for an attack, causing me to fall onto deadly silver that seared my flesh like acid, he stepped over my convulsing body to comfort her fake tears.
He left me dying on the floor to soothe the woman who had tried to kill me.
I realized then that the boy who promised to protect me was dead. He prioritized ambition over love, treating me like a broken defect to be discarded.
I survived the silver, but I killed the girl who loved him.
I packed my bags and ran to New York City, believing I was wolfless and alone.
I didn't know that I wasn't a defect—I was a rare White Wolf waiting to wake up.
And I certainly didn't expect the most powerful Alpha on the East Coast to be waiting in the shadows, ready to burn the world down for me.
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Chapter 3
Eliana POV
Attendance at the monthly gala was not a request; it was a mandate.
I anchored myself in the shadowed corner of the ballroom, clutching a glass of lukewarm water like a lifeline. From my vantage point, I watched Catalina hold court. I hated to admit it, but she was radiant—a diamond designed to draw blood. She knew exactly how to play the game.
It didn't take long for her to find her target.
She spotted me and glided across the floor, her entourage of sycophantic Omegas trailing in her wake like a silk train.
"Eliana," she purred, her voice dripping with faux concern. "You look... tired. You really should rest more. It must be exhausting, standing on the sidelines watching us live."
"I'm fine, Catalina," I said, my voice tight as I turned to retreat.
She grabbed my arm. Her manicured nails didn't just rest there; they dug into my skin, sharp enough to draw a flinch.
"Jax told me everything, you know," she whispered, leaning in close. "How he pitied you. How he waited for you to shift, but you were just... broken."
My stomach turned, acid rising in my throat. "Excuse me."
I pulled away, stumbling slightly as I fled toward the terrace doors. The night air was cool, a sharp contrast to the suffocating heat of the ballroom.
*Jax always loved strong women.*
Catalina's voice invaded my head, bypassing my ears entirely. She had forced a Mind-Link connection, a violation that felt like a spike driven into my temples.
*He told me about the time he skipped your birthday to train with the warriors,* she continued, her mental voice echoing with cruel clarity. *He said he needed to be around real wolves.*
I froze, my hands gripping the stone railing. I remembered that birthday. Jax had told me he was sick with the flu.
*And that time you twisted your ankle?* Catalina continued, the venom in her thoughts seeping into my own mind. *He didn't carry you back because he was worried. He did it because his father was watching. He laughed about how heavy you were later.*
The air left my lungs. The memories I cherished—the moments I thought were irrefutable proof of his love—were being dismantled, brick by brick.
*He loves me, Eliana. He sacrificed his chance to study abroad just to be near my pack. He's been planning this for years.*
Tears pricked my eyes, hot and stinging, but I refused to let them fall. It was all a lie. The foundation of my entire life had been built on sand.
*Eliana?*
Jax's voice cut into the link, overlaying Catalina's torment.
*Where are you? Catalina is looking for you.*
A bitter laugh trapped itself in my chest. He had no idea she was mentally torturing me. Or perhaps, he simply didn't care enough to notice the difference.
I looked back through the glass doors. I saw Jax scanning the crowded room, his expression frantic, his eyes darting wildly.
Then, his gaze landed on Catalina.
Instantly, his face relaxed. The tension drained from his shoulders. He wasn't looking for me because he was worried *about* me. He was relieved because *she* was safe.
That was the truth I needed.
I severed the Mind-Link. It felt like slamming a heavy iron door, shutting out the noise, the lies, and the pain.
I looked at Jax one last time through the barrier of the glass. He wasn't the boy I loved. He was a stranger wearing a familiar face. A liar.
"Goodbye, Jax," I whispered to the cold glass, my breath fogging the surface for a fleeting second before fading away.
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Valerie never imagined it would be a tool to pay off her stepfather's debt–Luke.
James, is a man who wants to have it, a respected man, a cruel casanova.
Valerie tries to run, trying to be free from James' grip. But it was difficult, James would not let Valerie escape from her confinement. Even though now he has power.
Wealth, power, in fact, were not enough to fight James.
Valerie's cruel male obsession and hatred, unwittingly turns into love.
Cruel and rude love, can they unite, like lovers?
9.1
Amélie Rousseau grows up believing that honesty, hard work, and faith will save her from poverty.
Paris proves her wrong.
Despite her brilliance, every door stays closed-until the day Clara Duval, the woman Amélie once helped, steals her future through lies, favors, and corruption. When Amélie dares to speak up, the system silences her and laughs.
That is when Monsieur Lefèvre offers her a way out.
Under his guidance, Amélie learns the true language of power-deception, loyalty, and sacrifice. One lie leads to another, and soon she rises in the same world that once rejected her.
But Julien Moreau, the man who loves the girl she used to be, watches her change.
At the height of her success, Amélie must choose: destroy Julien to protect her empire, or expose the corruption and lose everything.
Because in Paris, goodness is not free-
and survival always demands a price.
8.7
For seven years, I was Alpha Zane’s Chosen Mate, suppressing my warrior instincts to be the docile, supportive partner he demanded.
On our seventh anniversary, while I waited by a candlelit table, I accidentally overheard his mind-link with another woman.
"Seven years is a habit, my dear, not love. She's docile, she'll understand."
He told Seraphina, his new political ally, laughing as he dismissed my entire existence.
I didn't scream or cry. I scraped the anniversary cake into the trash, drafted a formal rejection letter, and walked out of the packhouse.
But Zane didn't even notice my departure. He was so consumed by his new lover that my rejection letter was treated as garbage and tossed into the incinerator.
He paraded Seraphina around the pack, even handing my hard-earned strategic command over to her—a woman who knew absolutely nothing about war.
When my loyal subordinates protested, he violently suppressed them, declaring my absence a "childish tantrum" and framing me as the bitter obstacle to his destined romance.
He honestly thought I was just hiding in my room, waiting to beg for his charity and accept a humiliating demotion.
He had no idea that I had already crossed the border into enemy territory.
Tonight, I am attending his grand celebration.
Not as the heartbroken mate he discarded, but as the newly appointed Gamma of his deadliest rival, the Sterling Pack.
7.4
Faith Neal had vanished, burying her powerful past under layers of anonymity as an ER doctor. She was secretly dismantling the empire of the man she'd left behind, brick by costly brick, from the shadows. Until he walked into her trauma room, bleeding from a bullet wound, shattering her carefully built world with a single, dangerous glance.
Her heart hammered: Earl Hampton, the ruthless CEO she abandoned, was on the gurney, demanding only "Faith."
His presence shattered her new life. He accused her of running, his touch a possessive reminder. Soon after, old rivals Chad Miller and Tiffany Vance ambushed her, humiliating her, sparking a fight.
Panic and anger flared as Chad mocked her, calling her a "bitch." Shame burned, but a deeper fear gripped her – the architect of her revenge was bleeding in her ER, and he knew.
Before Chad could inflict more harm, Earl reappeared, violently intervening.
"I'm the man who's going to reclaim his assets," he rumbled. "I found you. I'm not losing you again."
7.8
Growing up as the maid's daughter in the glittering, suffocating Collins mansion, Nora Macie has perfected the art of being invisible. Enter Asher Collins. Rich, ruthless, and infuriatingly untouchable, unfortunately for Nora, her stepbrother has always had the power to ruin her with a single word.
The moment a private video she never intended anyone to see is accidentally sent straight to Asher Collins. Except Asher doesn't expose her. He becomes curious... and dangerously invested.
He will remake her. Not just into someone noticed, but into someone unforgettable, someone who commands attention the moment she walks into a room.
Suddenly, the boys who never knew her name are watching her. Through it all, Asher remains in control... or at least he should be.
Because the closer Nora gets to becoming everything he designed, the harder it becomes for him to remember that she was never meant to be his.
*
His fingers lifted, brushing lightly along the side of her throat. "I think you've been lying to yourself," he said. "Because your body already knows what it wants."
Her breath faltered. "I swear, I'll kill you if you don't back the hell up."
And then, without giving her the chance to retreat, he closed the final inch between them. "I would much rather you kiss me."
7.3
Lia, daughter of an alpha and his moon, grew up relegated to the kitchen by the same pack that ordered her parents killed. The night she nearly died, her wolf side awakened: she could distinguish false scents, read the forest, and sense the Stone when someone was lying.
Kael, King of the Alphas, rescued her. He smelled her and knew: she was his destined mate.
To protect her, Kael invoked the Law of the Stone and faced Argon, the tyrant who had kept her subjugated, in a duel. But a conspiracy was already underway: the mercenaries Black Iron and Mara used silver traps and a scent silencer to plant her trail, break her protection, and return her to being "No One."
Lia must choose: hide under the King's wing or fight by his side. She has a gift no one else possesses. She can uncover evidence, force the Stone to speak, and reclaim her name.
Kael can win battles. Only Lia can dismantle the conspiracy that haunts her.
Will they be able to break the chains of fear and betrayal... or will pack warfare claim them first?