His Unwanted Mate: Rise Of The White Wolf

"Just sign the damn paper, Ava." Liam, the Alpha I had served and loved for three years, threw a confession across the table. He wanted me to admit to corporate espionage—a crime actually committed by his fragile, innocent mistress, Chloe. When I refused, Liam didn't hesitate. He pulled up a live feed of my dying mother in the pack hospital and held his finger over the 'Terminate Life Support' button. "She is pack property. Sign, or the machine turns off." To save my mother, I signed away my rank, my reputation, and my freedom. I became a Rogue. But taking the fall wasn't enough for them. Two days later, Chloe trapped me in the lab to steal my life's work. To cover her tracks, she sabotaged the servers and set the room on fire. When the flames roared to life, Liam burst in. He saw me trapped in a glass box, choking on poisonous fumes. He saw Chloe standing safely by the door, faking a sprained ankle. He looked at me. Then he looked at her. "I'm sorry," he mouthed. He scooped up the arsonist and ran, leaving me to be consumed by the inferno. As the fire melted my skin, the pathetic love I held for him finally died. But I didn't. Instead of turning to ash, an ancient, terrifying power exploded from my core. My eyes snapped open, glowing a blinding white. I reached out through the mind-link to the one man Liam feared most. "Ethan? I'm ready to burn the Blackwood Pack to the ground."

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Chapter 6

Ava POV:

The dress was a modified Omega uniform—cheap polyester that smelled of industrial detergent.

"Perfect," Chloe sneered, adjusting the diamond tiara. She wore the Luna’s ceremonial silver robes. "You’ll walk three paces behind me. Serve drinks. Don't speak."

I felt the weight of the silver bracelet hidden under my sleeve. It kept my White Wolf sedated, barely a whisper in my mind.

"Let's go," Liam muttered.

The Full Moon Charity Gala was packed. The ballroom smelled of roasted venison and power.

As we entered, whispers followed us.

"Is that Ava Mitchell?"

"Dressed like a maid. How the mighty have fallen."

I kept my chin high. I took a tray of champagne.

"Champagne, Alpha?" I asked a visiting leader.

He looked at me, intrigued. "You smell... interesting. Like ozone and snow. Why is a wolf with your aura serving drinks?"

"Politics."

He took a glass, fingers brushing mine. "If Blackwood doesn't appreciate you, my pack is hiring."

Across the room, Liam stiffened. His head snapped toward us like a whip.

I moved on. Despite the dress, despite the silver, I wasn't invisible. Male wolves turned to watch.

Chloe noticed. Her smile faltered as a young Beta asked me to dance.

"I... I shouldn't," I feigned shyness.

"One dance," the Beta insisted.

As we spun, Liam marched across the floor. Possessiveness darkened his face. He shoved the Beta aside.

"She's working," Liam growled.

The Beta backed off. "Easy, Alpha."

Liam grabbed my arm, dragging me to the shadows.

"You are enjoying this," he hissed. "Flaunting yourself."

"I was serving drinks, Liam."

"You are mine," he snarled. "You don't dance with other males."

"I'm yours?" I laughed, a hollow sound. "You never marked me. You never claimed me. You let Chloe wear my robes. I belong to no one."

"You belong to the pack!"

Chloe appeared, breathless. "Liam! People are staring. Why are you talking to the help?"

Liam released me like I was burning him.

"Get out of here," he commanded. "Back to the kitchen."

I smoothed my dress. As I turned, I brushed past Chloe. With a sleight of hand learned from a pickpocket client, I dusted microscopic tracking powder onto her hem.

"Enjoy your night, Luna," I whispered.

I walked away. He thought he had won. He didn't know I was mapping the battlefield.

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Betrayed by her husband for another woman, a heartbroken wife faces a tragic end only to be granted a miraculous second chance at life. Reborn into the past, she is no longer the naive woman who lived for her spouse. With her knowledge of the future, she embarks on a calculated path of revenge. As she unravels the dark secrets behind his infidelity, she must navigate a dangerous web of lies to reclaim her dignity and secure a better fate.

Modern Mystery Romance

7.9

Bound By The Legacy Pact: My Protector

7.9

The crystal chandeliers of the Plaza Hotel screamed money, framing the wedding of Chelsea Grimes and Julian Davidson as the ultimate corporate merger. But as the officiant prepared to unite two of the city's most powerful dynasties, the heavy double doors didn't just open-they exploded inward. Gideon Combs stood in the wreckage, a man in a frayed trench coat and grime-caked boots, looking like a stain on a pristine canvas. He wasn't there to object; he was there to enforce a "Legacy Pact," coldly informing the bride that her debt to a dead man hadn't been fulfilled and she didn't get to walk away. In seconds, the ballroom turned into a butchery as Gideon dismantled elite bodyguards with nothing but a broken wine bottle, eventually sending the groom flying into a tower of shattering champagne glass. When the military arrived, the room expected a firing squad, but instead, a four-star General snapped a sharp salute to the "vagrant," calling him a national asset. My family, the Singletons, saw this as a threat rather than a salvation; when I chose to stand by Gideon, my own grandmother stripped me of my keys, my cards, and my inheritance, casting me out into the pouring rain. I couldn't wrap my head around why the world's most powerful men trembled at the mention of Gideon's mentor, or what secret was etched into the black iron ring on his finger. I had traded my billionaire lifestyle for a man who looked like a drifter but fought like a god, and I had no idea if he was my protector or my ultimate ruin. As we stood on the sidewalk with nothing but twelve dollars and the clothes on our backs, Gideon's phone buzzed with a half-million-dollar bounty already active on the dark web. He didn't flinch; he just looked at the shadows closing in and whispered. "Game on."

Billionaire Modern Romance

9.7

BOUND TO MY MAFIA KING

9.7

Prostitution wasn't exactly the future Ariella pictured for herself. But a series of unfortunate events landed her in a brothel she couldn't escape. Until he came in. His name is Killian Morozcov. He moved liked he owned the world and planted bullets in the heads of men who looked at him the wrong way. He came into the brothel and left with her, and no matter how much she pleaded, he refused to tell her why. In Ariella's experience, she's learnt that you either stab someone in the back or they'll do it to you. Yet Killian showed her a side of humanity she'd never seen before and her defences fall, leading to a love that they both knew couldn't last. he was an heir to a Mafia kingdom, and she was a girl from a brothel with no familial backing. their love was doomed the moment Killian saved her. especially since he saved the wrong girl. he'd gone to the brothel thinking Ariella was his lost sister, Stella Morozcov. he'd been wrong and in the process of continuing his search for Stella he grew attracted to Ariella. so much that he felt that he couldn't breath without her. Their love is built on nothing but pain and deceit...skeletons rotting in their closets. They both have secrets that could tear them apart. But the past is a funny thing... no matter how much you run from it, it always guns you down in the end.

Mafia Modern Romance

8.7

Divorce After Deception

8.7

For three years, Clara lived as a devoted wife, unaware that her husband, Julian, only married her to secure his inheritance. When the truth behind their union finally surfaces, the betrayal shatters her world. Refusing to remain a pawn in his corporate games, Clara demands a divorce to reclaim her dignity. As she walks away from the billionaire’s shadow, Julian realizes he has lost the only woman who truly loved him for himself.

Billionaire Modern Romance

8.1

He Called Off Our Forever

8.1

Tonight, my boyfriend of seven years, Benjamin Kane, was supposed to propose. Our future was a perfect picture, planned down to the last detail. But a single phone call shattered it all. A mysterious voice convinced him I was a gold digger who would ruin him, and that another woman, Jenna Christian, was his true soulmate. He called off our engagement on the spot. That was only the beginning of my nightmare. I was stalked by a man obsessed with Jenna, a confrontation that ended with me falling from a rooftop and shattering my arm. Then, I was kidnapped by a shady agency, trapped by a contract Jenna had signed in my name. I was living the horrific fate that was meant for her. Benjamin, the man who promised me forever, abandoned me to suffer while defending the very woman who orchestrated my torment. Lying in a hospital bed, I received an acceptance letter for a design scholarship in Paris. It was my only escape. I took it, leaving behind the man who broke me and the life he destroyed.

Action Modern Romance

7.4

The Mafia King's Contract Bride

7.4

She signed the contract to save her family. She didn't know it would bind her to a man who destroys everything he touches. Elena is forced into a marriage with Luca De Santis, a ruthless mafia king feared by everyone. Cold. Dangerous. Unpredictable. In his world, loyalty is bought, betrayal is punished, and love is a weakness he refuses to allow. But Elena refuses to be controlled. She fights him. Challenges him. Pushes him in ways no one ever has. And that's exactly what makes her dangerous. Because the more she resists him, the more Luca wants her... not as a wife, but as something he can never afford to lose. Now trapped in a marriage where enemies lurk in the shadows and trust can get her killed, Elena must decide: Will she keep fighting the man who owns her... or risk everything by falling for him? Because in Luca's world, love isn't just forbidden. It's deadly.

Mafia Modern Romance

His Unwanted Mate: Rise Of The White Wolf

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