Jumping to Death After My Mate’s Ultimate Betrayal

I was the mate Ashton Sullivan chose at random after his heartbreak with Isabela Johnson. For seven years, Ashton, the future Lycan King, had poured all his affection into Isabela. But she, driven by her desire for freedom, repeatedly used and hurt him, even defying his authority to flee to the borderlands. Heartbroken, Ashton gave up. Among the many noble candidates for his Luna, he randomly selected my portrait. On our mark ceremony day, Isabela suddenly regretted her decision and rushed back from the borderlands. The moment she appeared, Ashton abandoned me without hesitation. “If Isabela wants it, she will be my only Luna,” he said coldly, his Alpha tone cutting through the air. “Don’t even think of causing trouble, or you’ll regret it.” Even my own brother, Brady Carpenter, the Beta of our pack, warned me. “Isabela is pure-hearted.

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I instinctively wanted to hide the tray in my hands, but seeing that I had already been noticed, I decided to face the situation head-on.

"Why are you back here on your mark ceremony day, when you’ve already marked the future Lycan King?" Brady accused me, his voice sharp with disapproval.

From inside the room, the sounds of laughter between Isabela and Ashton reached my ears.

Yes, my mark ceremony day.

Here I was, witnessing my mate flirt with another woman, while my own brother not only turned a blind eye but also blamed me for not staying at the palace.

"Isabela just returned from the borderlands, and she must be exhausted from the journey. She’s delicate, Emmy. Be the bigger person and let her have her way," Brady said, his brow furrowing as he noticed my gaze fixed on the room.

I remained silent, stepping forward and pushing the door open.

Inside, Isabela sat gracefully on the sofa, pouting slightly as she looked up at the cold, imposing figure of Ashton.

Ashton knelt before her, his hands cradling her ankles, his eyes filled with concern and tenderness.

I felt my breath catch.

To see Ashton, the future Lycan King, willingly kneel before someone—something I could never make him do.

Ashton’s eyes flicked up to meet mine, and for a brief moment, I caught a flicker of disdain, as if he were annoyed by my intrusion into his moment with Isabela.

My eyes swept across the room, taking in the chaos.

The tapestry I had spent nearly a year on, straining my eyes until they nearly gave out, was torn to shreds, trampled and dirtied.

Ashton cleared his throat, a hint of guilt in the gesture.

Brady followed me into the room, his eyes widening at the mess. For once, he offered an explanation.

"Isabela wanted to see the tapestry you made, so I brought her here with the Prince," he said, his gaze softening as it landed on Isabela, who looked up at him with wide, innocent eyes.

"It’s just a tapestry, Emmy. If Isabela likes it, why not make another one for her? It’s not like you have much else to do," Brady added, his tone dismissive.

Creating a tapestry was no small task. It strained the eyes and consumed every ounce of focus. Most crafters went blind before they even reached thirty. For nearly a year, I had poured my heart into this piece, hoping for just a single word of praise from Ashton.

But clearly, he didn’t care.

Ignoring the disapproving looks from Ashton and Brady, I refused outright.

"I don’t have the time."

Isabela shrank back behind Ashton, her eyes wide and teary as she looked at me.

"Does the future Luna not like me? I’m so sorry, it’s all my fault. I didn’t mean to ruin your beautiful work," she said, her voice trembling as if she were on the verge of tears.

"I’ve just always heard how lovely tapestries are, and I was curious."

Ashton’s heart ached at her pitiful expression, and he shot me a cold glare.

"The mark ceremony hasn’t been completed yet. She’s not the Luna."

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The scent of lavender and expensive champagne hit me the moment I stepped through the heavy oak doors of the Silver Moon Pack house. Streamers in obnoxiously bright pink draped from the chandeliers, and servants scurried back and forth carrying trays of hors d'oeuvres. It was chaos. It was loud. It was exactly the kind of spectacle Jonas hated—unless, of course, it was for Lacey. I set my suitcase down by the stairs, my shoulders aching from the three-hour drive back from the border negotiations. As the Luna, I had spent the last week smoothing over trade agreements with the neighboring pack, a job Jonas found “too tedious” for an Alpha. I expected a greeting, perhaps a nod of acknowledgment. Instead, I got silence. No one looked at me.

Fantasy Romance Werewolf

8.9

After My Alpha Rejected Me, I Became Lycan Queen

8.9

The pregnancy test trembled between my fingers as I paced the length of Knox's office. The two pink lines had appeared like a miracle—a secret I'd been carrying for weeks now. My hand instinctively moved to my still-flat stomach, cradling the tiny life growing inside me. "Knox will be so happy," I whispered to myself, though my voice wavered with uncertainty. "He has to be." The annual Moonlight Gala was in full swing beyond the heavy oak doors, the sounds of music and laughter filtering through. I'd slipped away from the celebration, unable to bear another minute of watching Knox and Izabella dance together while I stood alone at the edges of the ballroom. I glanced at my reflection in the window. The silver gown Knox had chosen for me hung loosely around my frame—I'd lost weight in recent weeks, my appetite vanishing as the distance between us grew wider. "He'll listen tonight," I promised myself, straightening my shoulders. "A baby changes everything." I practiced the words again, rehearsing how I would tell him.

Fantasy Romance Werewolf

7.4

Five Years Of Lies: The Wife's Awakening

7.4

To an orphan like me, the Donovans’ approval was oxygen. I thought I was living a fairy tale as Ivan’s fiancée, finally finding a place to land. That illusion shattered the night I overheard my future father-in-law whisper behind a study door. "We can't keep paying Kayla forever. If this comes out, it ruins the merger." The name hung in the air like toxic smoke. Driven by a sickening gut feeling, I dug deeper. I found a tuition bill for a prestigious kindergarten for a boy named Leo—paid for by the Donovans. I disguised myself as a pest control worker and infiltrated the address on the bill. Inside the playroom of a massive mansion, I found the smoking gun. It wasn’t a receipt. It was a commissioned oil painting. It depicted my fiancé, Ivan, smiling with his arm around a beautiful woman, a young boy standing between them. The plaque read: *Our Happy Family - 2023.* They weren't just cheating; they were living a parallel life. They thought I was just the naive, grateful scholarship student who would never look too closely. They were wrong. At our lavish fifth-anniversary party, in front of five hundred of Manhattan's elite, Ivan waited for my loving toast. Instead, I signaled the AV booth. The giant screen behind us flickered to life. But it didn't show our wedding photos. It showed the painting. And then, I played the recordings.

Fantasy Modern Romance

8.6

Mr. Alpha, I Love You No More

8.6

Life, they say, is not a storybook but life unfolds in chapters; good chapters, bad chapters. What happens when the chapters of Jasmine’s life were not only bad but terrible? *** In a world where only the strong gets what they want, and where women are only considered toys, Jasmine, an omega wolf, is thrown into the furnace of life to burn by her mate whom she loved but now loathed. She was abused day and night, lost countless pregnancies in the hands of her toxic mate, and was used as a mere pleasure toy. Life seemed hopeless, and fate played a quick one when she discovered she was pregnant again. To protect herself and her baby, she ran away from the pack and ended up in the arms of another Alpha. What happens when she discovers this Alpha was her second chance mate? Is she finally going to be happy or has fate tricked her yet again?

Fantasy Romance Werewolf

8.7

My Alpha Poisoned Me for His Mistress’s Child

8.7

The morning sun filtered through the heavy velvet curtains of the Alpha’s suite, but it brought no warmth to my shivering body. I woke with the familiar, acrid taste of bile in my throat, a sensation that had become my constant companion over the last six months. My limbs felt like lead, my head swimming in a fog that refused to lift. "Awake already, my love?" Jameson’s voice was smooth, a deep baritone that used to make my inner wolf purr. Now, my wolf was silent, curled into a dormant ball deep within my subconscious, too weak to even acknowledge her mate. Jameson stood by the bedside table, his tall frame blocking the light. He looked every inch the Alpha of the Dark River Pack—imposing, handsome, and utterly composed. He held out a glass filled with a murky, greenish liquid. The scent was overpowering, masking something metallic and sharp underneath the smell of kale and apples. "Drink," he said gently, though the command in his eyes left no room for argument.

Fantasy Romance Werewolf

8.1

Redeeming The Hearts Of My Beasts

8.1

I died on an apocalyptic battlefield, only to wake up pinned down by a lead-lined blanket of my own fat. A violent download of memories hit me. I had transmigrated into the body of an exiled, sadistic noblewoman who was three million coins in debt. The original owner was an absolute monster. She had purchased beastman guards just to torture them for fun. In the corner of the filthy room, a golden retriever boy cowered, his back shredded by her barbed whip. In the basement, a snake guard was frozen and scarred from constant electro-shocks. When the white tiger guard returned from hard labor, he looked at me with pure, murderous hatred, ready to tear me apart to protect the others. Even the local elites kicked down my door to mock my pathetic life and try to steal my men. I was a decorated commander who bled for humanity. Why was I trapped in this ruined vessel, bearing the sins of a degenerate abuser? It was all a setup by her sweet-faced cousin, Debera, who stole her royal life and sent her to this outer-rim hellhole to rot. I gritted my teeth and plunged a military-grade gene repair serum into my arm, letting the agony burn away the black filth and weakness. "The crazy woman you knew before is dead." I tossed a medical kit to the trembling guards, loaded my old electromagnetic pistol, and headed for the deadly Demon Hunting Zone to start my revenge.

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