I Left After Alpha's Lover Broke My Leg
I, Sophie Caldwell, was once bound to alpha Maxwell Sinclair.
But he betrayed me-secretly forming a bond with Madeline, the she-wolf who crippled my dancing career.
When I found out, I erased my identity, fled to Belvaria as "Autumn," determined to chase my dance dreams again.
I saved Lavinia from an attack, and she took me in-her family, the Wexfords, including Benedict, gave me refuge. I entered a dance contest, triumphed, and faced my past traumas head-on.
Maxwell tracked me down, but I held a press conference, laying bare his abuse for the world to see. He finally let me go, guilt weighing on him.
Not long after, news came: Maxwell killed Madeline.
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Chapter 3
Clink.
The ring slipped from my finger, hitting the ground.
Maxwell was so wrapped up in Madeline that he didn't even notice he'd given me the wrong one.
He took the she-wolf's ring with the tracker.
"I'm so sorry, my mate," Madeline's voice sobbed through the ring.
"I don't crave despair, but this cage-my claws are splitting my palms from scraping at the bars. The wolf inside's howling to tear free, and I swear it'll take me with it if it can't."
"Don't talk nonsense,"
Maxwell's deep, commanding growl cut in.
"I'm your wolf. You're sick, and I'm not about to ignore that. Come on, let's get out of here for a bit."
"Really?" Madeline's voice lit up, trembling with hope. "I'm not dreaming? I can actually leave this place?"
"When has your mate ever lied to you? We're going now."
"Madeline, you haven't had a chance to leave the villa before, but I've had your anniversary gift ready for a while. This is your manor. I'm staying here with you today."
Madeline's joyous laughter rang out, and then my phone buzzed with a text from Maxwell.
Sophie, got a big client meeting.
Back tomorrow night. Have fun, and tell me if you need anything. Love you.
I gripped the phone so hard my knuckles whitened.
A tear fell, smearing the word "mate" on the screen.
He could buy two identical manors, one for each of us.
But he could only be a true mate to one she-wolf.
I felt like some dirty secret, a shadow in their light.
But not for long.
I wiped my tears and left the manor, heading home to throw myself into my dance.
I'd only passed the first round of the Belvaria contest. If I wanted my left leg to carry me further, I had to work harder than any wolf out there.
Maybe the shock of betrayal sparked something, because ideas started flowing.When I practiced, my hand brushed the ring.
The switch clicked, and Madeline's tear-choked voice spilled out.
"One day's a scrap of moon in a dark sky. I'll slink back to that villa. Sophie gets to walk beside you in the light... but me?" A low growl rumbled . "I'm just a shadow that howls for a place at your side."
Silence followed.
My breath caught, my arm trembling.
The memory of my leg being severed, the unbearable agony, roared back to life.
Maxwell knew how much I hurt, how much I hated her.
That's why he kept her hidden, locked away.
He'd never let her parade in public.
But then, after a long pause, his voice came, low and final. "Alright."
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As secrets of stolen embryos, hidden mothers, children, unknown siblings, and bloodlines twisted by lies, come to light, Zara must choose. Does she stick with Damien and destroy Adrian forever or does she forgive Adrian and let him into their lives?
She vanished before. Can she disappear again when things get tough?
8.6
I'm an assassin for the Snicker pack, cold and relentless. My mission? Kill Alpha Ronan of a rival pack in three months.
Five attempts. Five failures. All thanks to my incompetent partner. One time, he even gave me an overtime drug. Pathetic.
The deadline was here, and I couldn't do it. I couldn't kill him.
"I won't do it. Just let me die instead," I told my partner.
Silence. Days passed with no reply.
Then, on the final day, I found it-a secret buried deep in the mission......
7.4
In a city where data is power and truth is a weapon, some secrets are worth killing for.
Mara Quinn is a ghost in the system, an underground journalist known only as Cipher, feared by corporations and hunted by those with everything to lose. When she breaches a classified network inside Axiom Industries, she uncovers something no one was meant to see: ORACLE, a predictive AI capable of shaping human behavior on a global scale.
She expects retaliation. She doesn't expect Kael Draven.
Cold, brilliant, and untouchable, Kael is the architect behind Axiom's empire, and a man who doesn't make threats he can't execute. Instead of silencing Mara, he offers her a choice: work under his watch, or disappear from existence entirely. Trapped inside his glass fortress known as The Spire, Mara is pulled deeper into a world of surveillance, manipulation, and power plays that stretch far beyond anything she imagined.
But ORACLE isn't just a tool, it's already been used. Governments have fallen. Empires have shifted. And someone else is pulling the strings.
As a rival syndicate closes in and a hidden war erupts across the city, Mara and Kael are forced into an uneasy alliance, one built on intellect, suspicion, and a dangerous, undeniable pull neither of them can ignore.
Because in a world where every move is predicted...
the only thing more dangerous than control is feeling.
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9.8
For six years, my marriage was a clinical trial. I was the doctor for my husband Jackson' s severe contamination OCD, enduring endless cleaning rituals just for a touch.
Then I found a used condom wrapper in his car. I soon learned he was breaking every single one of his pathological rules for his mistress-kissing her feet, sharing greasy pizza. His "illness" was a lie, a weapon used only against me.
When I confronted him, he chose her. To protect his reputation, he threatened to cut off my mother's life-saving cancer treatment.
The price for her life? I had to publicly announce I was barren and welcome his mistress and their child into our home.
My six years of sacrifice, my entire life, had been a lie designed to control and humiliate me. I was nothing more than a disposable tool.
The next day, in front of a room full of reporters, he handed me the script for my public humiliation. I tore it to pieces.
Then I stepped up to the microphone and said, "I am here today to announce that my marriage to Jackson York is over."
8.0
For six years, I played the perfect, submissive wife to Wall Street titan Francis Castro. I suffocated my own ambitions to fit into his conservative world.
But while I waited alone at a Michelin restaurant, a news alert popped up. My husband had just dropped millions on an aquamarine diamond necklace for his "muse," Chanelle.
The real nightmare began when I rushed home to find our five-year-old son in severe anaphylactic shock. I frantically called Francis from the ambulance, but he manually rejected my calls. He couldn't leave the bidding war for Chanelle's PR launch.
When he finally arrived at the ER, Chanelle was right beside him, wearing that blinding multi-million-dollar necklace. He didn't ask about our dying son.
"Why weren't you watching him?" he demanded, his voice hard and accusing.
And when my son woke up, hazy from the drugs, he rejected my touch and reached for Chanelle instead. Francis just stood there, praising Chanelle for knowing exactly how to calm him down.
I stared at the three of them looking like a perfect, happy family. Six years of swallowing my pride, only to realize my husband would let our son choke to death just to buy another woman's smile.
The last thread of my heart snapped. I handed him the divorce papers, demanding zero alimony. Then, I drove to a hidden Brooklyn loft, cut off my hair, and unlocked my safe.
It was time to resurrect my true identity—the legendary fashion designer, Ember.J. I am going to burn her empire to the ground.
7.6
I stared at the two faint pink lines on the stick, the miracle I had bled for over three years.
I was finally pregnant.
Then, my phone buzzed with a video message from an unknown number.
It was my husband, Marco.
He wasn't at a business meeting. He was at a club, his hand up the skirt of a woman named Sienna.
"She is barren. She is useless," Marco laughed on the screen, promising his mistress the world if she gave him a son.
He was stealing millions from my company to fund her life, while I played the perfect, submissive wife.
But the betrayal didn't stop at infidelity.
At the family gala, his grandmother publicly humiliated me by pinning the family heirloom on Sienna's fake baby bump, crowning her the new matriarch.
When I confronted them at the race track, Sienna pushed me down a flight of concrete stairs.
As I lay on the asphalt, bleeding and losing the very child Marco had desperately prayed for, he didn't help me.
He spat on me.
"You crazy bitch," he snarled, checking on his mistress while his real son died inside me.
He didn't know he had just killed his own heir.
And he didn't know that the man stepping out of the shadows to pick me up wasn't a paramedic.
It was Dante Moretti, the most dangerous Capo in New York and Marco's sworn enemy.
I looked at Marco one last time.
"Our marriage is dead."
I took the enemy's hand. Marco wanted a war? I was about to burn his entire world to the ground.