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 4
Maxwell materialized at the threshold,clutched in one hand, a moonstone pendant that glowed like captured moonlight; in the other, a gown . "For my mate," he rumbled. "Fit for the she-wolf who owns my pack... and my throat."
"Sophie, tonight we're making up for our Seventh anniversary," he said, his voice soft but firm, the kind that didn't take no for an answer.
"I want the whole pack to see our bond shine."
I said nothing, slipping into the gown as his eyes lit up with awe.
He led me out, and I let him.
The gala was held at a -star hotel owned by the Sinclair pack.
The ballroom glittered with opulence.
Every server wore a skirt and a mask.
Maxwell's gaze swept over them, cold as ever.
"Sophie, you're the star tonight," he said.
"The masks keep the background wolves from stealing your spotlight."
I had a sick feeling.
My face paled, but before I could speak, the crowd's flattery drowned me out.
"Maxwell's devotion burns brighter than a full moon-Sophie, no she-wolf in the pack's ever been so cherished," one wolf snarled.
"I heard he carved her a territory of silver pines, bounded by moonlit streams, for their seventh turn of the moon," another hissed.
"Maxwell swore his love gnaws deeper each yea?" a third rumbled.
Then, a sharp rip of fabric cut through the chatter.
"I-I'm so sorry," a masked server stammered, scrambling up from the floor. Her skirt had torn clear to her thigh, revealing long, tempting legs.
The room went dead silent.
Everyone knew Maxwell's reputation as a mate-obsessed alpha.
Anyone who disrupted his perfect night was asking for trouble.
In their minds, they were already lighting candles for this poor she-wolf.
Maxwell's voice was ice. "Come with me."
He softened for me, though. "Sophie, rules are rules. I'll handle this and be right back."
He grabbed the server's wrist and dragged her upstairs.
I followed.
At the corner, the meeting room door was ajar.
The server sat on the conference table, her legs wrapped around Maxwell's waist.
Her mask lay discarded, revealing a tear-streaked, pitifully beautiful face.
Madeline.
My heart clenched. This whole night, his so-called celebration for us, was just a ploy to grant her wish.
But she wasn't satisfied.
"I'm sorry, my mate," Madeline whined.
"You dragged me out, and I should be howling with joy-but watching you and Sophie tangled up like that? It's like claws in my gut." A low whine escaped her, claws scoring the dirt. "I lost it. Collapsed without even noticing. Did I make you snarl? Ruin your moonlit night with her?"
"No," Maxwell said, wiping a tear from her cheek.
"I'm just worried about you. I'll have my assistant take you back soon. We'll get a healer to check on you."
"No, I won't go," she whimpered, claws digging lightly into his arm as she pressed close. "Others can't mend this ache-only your scent, your touch. I'm yours to fix, alpha. Taste it-you'll feel it too."
He chuckled, cupping the back of her head and pulling her into a deep, lingering kiss. "Better?"
"A little," she purred, her hands roaming his body, teasing. "But I need more. intensive treatment."
Maxwell let out a low growl.
"My mate, are you sick or just insatiable?"
She giggled, blowing softly against his ear. "Both."
In a flash, he pinned her to the stone wall, one hand fisting her hair to tilt her neck back as he ripped her skirt clean from hip to thigh.Her breath hitched when his thumb brushed the lace of her undergarment.In a flash, he pinned her to the wooden banister, her back arching as he shredded her skirt with a low growl.
I flashed back to years ago.
Madeline had snuck into Maxwell's car, sprawled naked on his seat, begging,
"Maxwell, touch me, just once."
He didn't even glance at her, calling the enforcers to drag her away.
He'd covered my eyes, growling,
"Don't look at that filth. You're the only she-wolf I'll ever touch."
Now, his hands roamed her body, his eyes burning not with disgust but with raw desire.
I couldn't watch anymore.
My legs shook as I stumbled away.
When Maxwell returned, he held a gift box.
"Sophie, this is the deed to this hotel. It witnessed our love tonight, so it's yours."
A hundred-billion-dollar hotel, gifted like it was nothing. The crowd's envious stares burned into me.
Madeline reappeared downstairs, her new skirt hiding her face's expression behind a mask, but her clenched fists screamed her displeasure.
Moments later, she unclenched, playing the meek server as she prepped the champagne tower. She tiptoed to pour into the top glass, but her ankle twisted.
In a panic, she yanked the tablecloth, and the whole tower crashed down.
Shards of glass flew toward her-and me, standing just behind.
Gasps erupted.
Maxwell's face twisted with panic as he sprinted forward, pulling Madeline into his arms, shielding her.
I'd already dodged, but his rush knocked me hard to the ground.
My head cracked against the floor, warm blood trickling down.
Glass shards sliced into my skin, each cut like a blade flaying me alive.
Pain screamed through me, but I laughed, hollow and broken.
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She overhears a phone call on their honeymoon that shatters her whole world. The love of her life is already married.
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Adrian sees her at a gala and his regret transforms into obsession as he hires investigators to dig deeper. He will tear everything down, even his empire and his blood just to win her forgiveness again.
But Adrian isn't the only one who becomes obsessed with her. Even Damien, the stranger who helped her disappear to punish her, has his own plans and wants to use Zara as a weapon for revenge.
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.
And the system is already watching.
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.