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 4
Eliana POV
I was zipping up the last of my duffel bags when Catalina walked into my room. She didn't knock.
"Leaving so soon?" she asked, leaning against the doorframe with a smug, satisfied tilt to her head.
"Get out," I said, yanking the zipper closed with finality.
"Jax is downstairs," she said, her voice dripping with mock sympathy. "He's worried about you. It's pathetic, really."
She walked toward me, her eyes flashing. "You need to understand something. He is mine. Even if you leave, you are a threat. Your scent... it still lingers on him."
"I rejected him," I said, my voice flat. "The bond is broken."
"Not enough," she hissed.
Then, she moved.
Her hand lashed out, shoving me hard.
I stumbled backward, my feet tangling in the plush rug. Gravity took over. I fell, my head cracking against the sharp corner of my silver-plated vanity table.
*Pain.*
White-hot, searing agony exploded in my skull. The smell of burnt flesh filled the air—acrid and metallic. Silver poisoning. For a wolf, it was instant, debilitating torture.
"Jax!" Catalina screamed, her voice pitching into a perfect, fake shriek of terror. "Help! Jax, help! Eliana fell!"
Thundering footsteps echoed in the hall. Jax burst into the room.
I was lying on the floor, blood pooling around my head, my vision swimming in dark spots. The silver was sizzling, burning its way into my bloodstream.
Jax looked at me.
Then he looked at Catalina, who was crouching in the corner, sobbing into her hands.
"She tried to attack me, Jax! She went crazy and then she slipped!"
Jax didn't check my pulse. He didn't notice the sick, sweet scent of burning skin rising from my temple. He rushed to Catalina.
"Are you hurt?" he asked frantically, scanning her body for injuries that didn't exist.
"I'm so scared," she wailed, burying her face in his chest.
I lay there, dying. And he was comforting her.
The last thread of hope in my heart snapped. It wasn't a loud noise. It was a quiet, final click.
"Get the pack doctor," Jax barked at a guard hovering in the hallway.
Then, he scooped Catalina up in his arms. "I'm taking you to my room. You're in shock."
He walked out.
He stepped over my legs to get out the door.
I closed my eyes. The pain was excruciating, but the clarity was absolute.
He didn't care. He never would.
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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?