Making my alpha cry
Julia, the luna of Joravia-pack, endures Alpha Ulric's public declaration of love for Ophelia, his rival Marcus's mate, as he claims it's a ploy to outdo Marcus. Ulric repeatedly betrays Julia, prioritizing Ophelia and even fathering her pup, while Julia pretends to comply. Six months after breaking their bond, Julia, now pregnant with Marcus's child, confronts Ulric. He realizes the pup isn't his but pleads for her return, offering gifts and apologies. Julia, however, reveals she knew of his and Marcus's schemes all along, having lost faith in his love. She chooses Marcus, leaving Ulric to regret his actions and the love he squandered.
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Chapter 3
I stared at Alpha Ulric, waiting for him to defend me. He hesitated, just for a second, before saying, "Fine, let her hit you back. Don't be mad, okay? Luna Julia, you slapped her first. Let her even the score."
My eyes burned, disbelief choking me silent. Ophelia didn't hold back-her hand cracked across my face, leaving my cheek swollen and stinging.
"There, you happy now?" Alpha Ulric asked her, his tone light, like he hadn't just watched me take the hit.
I stood right there, but it was like he couldn't see me. All his attention was on soothing the she-wolf in his arms. Was this really just a game, like he claimed?
As they walked away, my tears finally broke free. All that talk of a rogue wolf turning over a new leaf? Nothing but a fleeting dream, gone like a flower wilting in the frost.
"Julia, don't wait up. It's past midnight. The pack says Alpha Ulric's already crashed at Ophelia's place."
I pressed a hand to my aching chest, trying to hold myself together.
A month later, Ophelia officially moved into the Sycamore Den. Alpha Ulric was all over her, hauling her stuff, tending to her every whim like a devoted mate. It was like I didn't even exist.
"Alpha Ulric, you know Julia can't stand the smell of those dishes. They make her sick," my maid pointed out, her voice sharp.
Alpha Ulric barely glanced at me. His eyes flicked to Ophelia, who was already tearing up, and he snapped at the maid. "What, my word's not good enough anymore?"
I hid in my room during dinner, clinging to a shred of hope. I waited, and waited, until the dead of night when footsteps finally echoed outside. Alpha Ulric's voice came, soft and warm, so different from the wolf I'd seen earlier.
"Making me worry again, huh?" he said, his eyes brimming with affection, like he was a whole different wolf from the one in the daylight. My tears spilled over, and he pulled me into his arms, his grip tight and reassuring.
"You know you're the only one I love, Luna Julia. All this? It's just to get under Marcus's skin," he murmured.
He told me not to worry, promised we'd take a trip to Norlan-pack to clear my head once this mess was over. He even said he had a plan to help me escape the drama if it was too much. His words felt heavy, like there was something he wasn't saying, but he kept soothing me with that low, honeyed voice.
Then a packmate burst in. "Alpha Ulric, Ophelia's sick-says the pup in her belly's acting up. You gotta come quick!"
I froze, my heart stopping. I must've misheard. But Alpha Ulric was already bolting out the door, panic in his eyes.
I grabbed his arm, my voice shaking. "Alpha Ulric, you... you didn't really..."
I couldn't finish. I was too scared of the answer.
"Luna Julia, I was drunk that night, I swear. It was just one time. When the pup's born, I'll let you raise it, okay? No worries," he said, his voice pleading.
I stared at his face, all sincerity and lies, and my strength drained away. As he turned and left, I collapsed to the floor, my body trembling.
Whatever love we'd had was gone, scattered like ashes.
I picked up a pen and scrawled three words: I lost.
"Send it," I whispered to the maid. "Not many peaceful days left."
If I was leaving, I had nothing left to lose.
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8.0
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Two years later, Aria decides she's done with his indifference, Ivy Castemont's constant taunts and bullying, and being an outsider of her own pack.
She wants one thing: severing their bond.
But the moment Aria tries to leave, everything she thought she understood starts to unravel. The dying Old Alpha calls her to his bedside and murmurs a truth that turns her world inside out.
Every clue that Aria uncovers pushes Luca closer instead of farther. His wolf turns possessive, his scent shifts toward hers, and the man who once hurt her now swears he won't let her go.
But love isn't the only danger rising. Someone is willing to destroy the Stormbourne line and Aria before the truth comes to light.
When love and betrayal clash, will Aria choose to run from Luca, or will she ruin anyone who dares to come between them?
And the most terrifying question of all, if fate didn't go wrong. what if fate finally went right?
A Luna born to be rejected. becomes the most powerful of all.
9.1
Jessica was never a religious one, her concept of good and evil was based on morals like anyone until she met a man she would come to describe as the devil himself, Dean.
Despite her resistance, Dean isn't willing to let go of her and Jessica soon realizes she might also not be willing to let go of him.
7.4
Fiona prepared a candlelit anniversary dinner, scallops glistening on porcelain, champagne chilling beside a "Three Years" card—her secret pregnancy swelling beneath her silk dress.
The doorbell rang, but it was just a delivery. Then Emmanuel called: his ex, Carley Marshall, crashed her car. He blew off their night.
Cramps hit like a vise. She collapsed, blood soaking her gown, screaming into the phone: "I'm losing the baby!" Emmanuel scoffed, "Fake ploy for attention," and hung up—Carley's voice cooed in the background.
Paramedics rushed her to ER for emergency D&C. The baby was gone. Audrey saved her life. Emmanuel sent lilies with a card: "Stop dramatizing."
She signed divorce papers. He laughed it off, contested everything, froze her out of hotels and clubs. Dragged her from the St. Regis by force, dumped her sobbing on a rainy sidewalk with her suitcase in puddles—Gus drove off without looking back.
He thought she was manipulating him, playing jealous games for attention. But she'd truly carried his child, bled out alone while he comforted Carley. How could he not believe her, even after the hospital proof? Why twist her agony into lies?
Now blacklisted and broke, Fiona clutched her grandfather's antique restoration tools. No more begging—she'd expose his cruelty, rebuild from the ashes, and make him regret ever underestimating her.
9.7
While Jessy is intent on pursuing the affection of her employer while she is climbing on his brother Charlie's bed, Charlie is unaware of her intentions.
Charlie is unable to let go despite the fact that he knows what she loves most is his brother, so what will she do?
9.7
If I could turn back time, I would change everything. I wouldn't have been the weakest Luna, abandoned by those who should have loved me. My name is Emily Freya, born into the Sparkling Star werewolf zone, but from the moment I entered this world, I was cast aside. My parents, along with my entire pack, saw me as a burden-a weakling unworthy of their protection. They distanced themselves, banishing me from the Sparkling Star family and the arena, leaving me alone to face a harsh world.
While others thrived in strength and unity, I was left behind, bullied and scorned by those who should have been my allies. Unable to endure the cruelty any longer, I fled the Sparkling Star zone, aimlessly wandering, searching for a way to survive. But with no clear direction, I soon found myself stranded in the treacherous Seaweed Valley, surrounded by danger and evil.
Just when I thought all hope was lost, a fierce tornado nearly swept me away into the desert. But fate had other plans. I was rescued by an alpha-strong, fearless, and unlike anyone I had ever known. There was something in his eyes, a sincerity that made me forget my pain, if only for a moment. In that instant, through the warmth of his smile, I began to believe that maybe, just maybe, I wasn't as powerless as I had been told.
8.6
Today was my father's grand second wedding, but for me, it was the anniversary of my mother's death.
My new stepmother, Marley, who was only four years older than me, cornered me. To establish her dominance as the new Luna, she ordered her servants to force me to my knees and violently ripped my late mother's necklace from my neck.
It was the only memento my mother had left me. Marley sneered, threw it to the ground, and shattered the gems. When I scrambled to pick up the broken pieces, she dug her high-heeled shoe into the back of my hand, mocking me as dirty trash. No one stepped in to help. My father was too busy celebrating his new marriage under the dazzling lights, completely erasing my mother's memory and leaving me to be abused in my own pack.
My heart was full of grievance and despair. Why did my mother's lifelong devotion end with her grave desolate and her daughter humiliated? I swore I would never become a weak, discarded she-wolf whose life depended on a man.
Desperate to escape the suffocating wedding, I ran outside and stumbled right into the chest of a terrifying stranger.
"No one should ever touch what is precious to you."
His golden eyes blazed with fury as sparks instantly shot through my veins. He was Kade Blackwood, the ruthless Alpha of the feared Blood Moon Pack—and my fated mate.