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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Ashton ordered me, his voice cold and commanding, his Alpha tone leaving no room for defiance.

“Isabela has taken a liking to something of yours. Consider it an honor. Be grateful and accept it.”

“Until you’ve finished embroidering it, you’ll stay at the Beta’s residence. Don’t come back to the Lycan Palace. When you’ve learned to obey, then you may return to see me.”

Tears welled up in my eyes, but I kept my head bowed, refusing to show any sign of weakness. Ashton didn’t spare me another glance. He scooped Isabela into his arms—she had twisted her ankle—and strode away without a word.

The moment Isabela left, Brady’s attention followed. He hurried after them, clutching a bowl of protein-packed smoothie he had personally prepared. Before disappearing, he barked at the servants, “Lock her up! She doesn’t leave until Isabela is satisfied!”

The tears I had been holding back finally spilled over. “Brady!” I called out, my voice trembling.

I had already witnessed Ashton’s unwavering devotion to Isabela. I wasn’t foolish enough to cling to the title of Luna, nor would I humiliate myself by causing trouble for Isabela. All I wanted in that moment was the comfort of family—just one person to stand by my side, to offer a word of solace.

Brady paused, his brow furrowed as he shot me a disdainful look. “This is your own doing. You insisted on becoming the mate of the future Lycan King, competing with Isabela for the position of Luna. Now you’re reaping what you sowed. Don’t blame anyone else.”

With that, he turned and left, his steps hurried as if chasing after Isabela.

Shelby, my loyal caretaker, wrapped her arms around me, her heart breaking for me. I laughed through my tears. “Yes, it’s my fault. I insisted on becoming his mate.”

Everyone in the pack knew Ashton’s heart belonged to Isabela Johnson. When Isabela had defied the Lycan King’s decree and fled to the rogue territories, Ashton had been devastated. In his despair, he had chosen his mate through a random selection from the eligible females of the pack. It was a humiliating, careless gesture, and no one but me had been willing to accept it.

Ashton had pined for Isabela for nine years, while I had silently loved him for ten. Even if there was only the slightest chance, I wanted to stand by his side. Even if his heart never held a place for me, I thought I could care for him, support him, and use my status as a Beta’s sister to aid him in some small way.

But now Isabela had returned. I felt like a fraud, a thief who had stolen a position that was never meant to be mine. Even my own brother thought I deserved this pain.

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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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