Mated to My Fiancé's Rival Alpha
Silvia lost everything in one night-her parents,her trust,and her mate. Coming home from their funeral,she found her "fated"partner,Zack,tangled with another she-wolf. "You'll always be my Luna... even if I need variety,"he said,smirking. Heartbroken but fierce,she rejected him-and turned to someone far more dangerous.
"I need help,"she whispered.
Sherman leaned closer,his voice like silk over steel. "I offer more than help,little wolf. I offer everything he couldn't give you."
Now married to Zack's powerful half-brother,Silvia plays a deadly game of loyalty,vengeance,and survival. But Sherman Carter doesn't help for free-and as their bond deepens,truths unravel.
Is Silvia just a pawn in Sherman's war?
Or is she becoming the Queen who'll burn the whole pack down?
When love,betrayal,and bloodlines collide,how far will one omega go to save her family-and destroy the mate who broke her soul?
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Chapter 5
Silvia
I followed Alpha Sherman out of his office, my mind racing with everything that had just happened.
Was I really ready to be his wife, his lover?
The weight of my decision pressed down on me like a physical force.
As we stepped into the elevator, I found my voice.
"You don't need to come to the hospital with me," I said quietly. "Someone of your position would draw too much attention."
Alpha Sherman pressed the lobby button and leaned against the elevator wall, studying me.
"Family comes first, Silvia. That's something my mother always insisted upon."
The mention of his mother caught me off guard.
Everyone in the werewolf community knew about the Carter family scandal--how Alpha Rooney Carter had flaunted multiple affairs while his devoted Luna wasted away from illness.
"Your mother was a remarkable woman," I offered cautiously.
His blue eyes flickered with something unreadable. "She was. And I've always tried to honor her teachings--even with a pretend wife."
The elevator doors opened, and we stepped into the marble lobby of the Carter Industries building.
Wolves from every department paused to watch us pass, their curious gazes making my skin prickle.
"Though I should warn you," Alpha Sherman added with unexpected self-deprecation, "I'm not exactly what most would consider good husband material."
Despite everything, I found myself smiling. "No one would ever picture you as a good husband. Throwing traitors into the dungeon fits your image better."
"Do you think I'm a brutal, bloodthirsty bastard?" He raised his eyebrows, guiding me toward the parking garage with a light touch at my lower back.
"Maybe we should pick a nice omega to sleep with after the fight ends." I dodged his touch and turned to meet his gaze. "Your reputation with she-wolves isn't any better than your brother's, Alpha."
"I hope those she-wolves' comments satisfy you." He leaned down toward my face, his low voice brushing past my ear, sending a tingling sensation through my spine.
Oh my God, he's insufferable.
"Well, our relationship is just a contract. So it doesn't really matter to me," I reminded him, trying to ignore his actions. "And it's only for a year."
Alpha Sherman's gaze lingered on me for a moment too long, something calculating in his expression. "Right," he finally murmured. "Only a year."
--
At the hospital, Alpha Sherman's influence transformed everything.
The moment we arrived, a team of medical professionals descended, whisking Noah away for immediate pre-op preparation.
The astronomical medical bills that had been haunting me disappeared with a single swipe of Alpha Sherman's black credit card.
"The surgeon will be arriving within the hour," a wolf in medical scrubs informed me, his respect for Alpha Sherman evident in his deferential posture. "We'll do everything possible for your brother, Miss Silvia."
Relief washed through me, so powerful I had to grip the edge of the reception desk to keep from swaying.
Noah would get the care he needed.
He wouldn't die because I couldn't afford to save him.
But as quickly as relief came, grief followed.
The antiseptic smell of the hospital, the beeping monitors, the hushed voices--it all brought back memories of days ago, when I'd stood in a similar hospital, watching as the doctors failed to save my adoptive parents after the car crash.
I sank into a waiting room chair, suddenly overwhelmed.
I'd been an orphan twice now--first as a baby, then when the Browns died.
If Noah didn't make it through surgery, I would truly be alone in the world.
"He's going to be fine," Alpha Sherman's deep voice came from beside me as he took the seat next to mine.
I hadn't even noticed him approach.
"The surgeon I've called in has performed this procedure hundreds of times."
I nodded, fighting back tears.
"I should sign the papers tonight," I whispered. "We can do the actual ceremony later, but I want to make sure everything's official before..."
I couldn't finish the thought.
"That's fine," Alpha Sherman agreed, his tone softer than I'd heard it before. "My lawyer can bring the contracts to you here."
I took a deep breath, trying to regain my composure. "You should go. I could handle things by myself."
I paused. "I don't want to seem ungrateful, but I still have other debts that need taking care of."
Alpha Sherman frowned. "Once we're married, your debts become mine."
I shook my head. "Some things aren't that simple."
I was thinking of the high-interest loan that had led my parents to take that late-night drive in the first place--a desperate attempt to secure emergency funds that had cost them their lives.
It wasn't just money; it was guilt I carried.
"I'll send a car for you at seven," Alpha Sherman said after a moment, rising to his feet. "We'll finalize everything tonight."
Before he left, his hand suddenly closed around my wrist, turning my palm upward.
My breath caught as his fingers found the promise ring Zack had given me months ago.
With deliberate slowness, Alpha Sherman slid it off my finger.
"You won't be needing this anymore," he said, a mocking edge to his voice.
In one swift, dominating move, he pinned my hand against the wall, fingers locking tight between his.
My back hit the cold surface hard, and his body pressed flush against mine--all heat, muscle, and intent.
Keal let out a shaky, confused whine. Fucking traitor.
Alpha Sherman didn't hesitate.
He dropped his head to my neck, breath scorching my skin right where my pulse hammered like I was already his.
Then his tongue--rough, wet--dragged slowly over the spot where my shoulder meets my neck.
I gasped. Couldn't help it.
My body arched into his like some cheap fucking offering, my pussy already throbbing, begging for contact.
He didn't stop there. His mouth moved up, crashing against mine.
His tongue shoved past my lips, deep and possessive, tasting me like I was his to claim.
And fuck, I melted. My knees went weak.
When he finally pulled back, his eyes were pitch-fucking-black with hunger.
He leaned in, mouth brushing my ear, voice nothing but a gravelly growl that went straight to my core.
"See you tonight, Silvia."
Then he was gone. Just like that.
Left me standing there, dizzy, confused, my lips swollen and tingling.
The echo of his words hung in the air, a promise and a threat woven together.
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7.5
"Say it."
Elara's throat tightened.
"I belong to you," she whispered. "I am your slave."
Kane Blackthorn's gaze hardened.
"And?"
Her voice broke.
"I am... your sex slave."
The Alpha stepped closer, his shadow swallowing her whole.
"You will expect no kindness," he said coldly. "No affection. No protection. You exist to obey me."
"Yes, my Lord."
"Strip, Elara."
Elara once lived in the Blood Moon Pack as the daughter of a powerful man.
Now she lives in the Alpha's palace as something far worse than a servant.
A slave.
Alpha Kane Blackthorn rules his pack with an iron will and an untouchable reputation.
Mercy is not something he offers twice.
And Elara belongs to him now.
She should hate him.
She tries to.
But the deeper she falls into the Alpha's dark world, the more dangerous things become.
Because Kane Blackthorn doesn't look at her like a slave.
He looks at her like something far more dangerous.
Something he might never let go.
9.6
Ezran Williamson never asked for a new family, especially not one that comes with a stepbrother he can't stand.
At twenty-one, Ezran is sharp-tongued, rebellious, and determined to graduate and build a future in programming on his own terms.
But when his mother remarries a powerful businessman, his carefully controlled life collides with Lucian Banks, his cold, dominant, and dangerously untouchable stepbrother. Successful, older, and infuriatingly composed, Lucian is everything Ezran hates.
Slowly, hatred turns into tension, tension becomes chemistry, and chemistry ignites something neither of them is prepared to face.
What begins as resistance slowly unravels into a forbidden obsession, one that defies family, morality, and control. As secrets surface and pressure mounts, Ezran and Lucian are forced to choose between duty and desire, legacy and love, because some feelings don't fade and some obsessions are worth every consequence.
8.3
EDEN
8.3
Elianila, an AI Architect, is part of an elite team tasked with designing a global system meant to prevent threats, manage disasters, and distribute resources to vulnerable regions. After five years of tireless work with her colleagues, she uncovers disturbing anomalies, code-named, X-variables, that flag individuals according to criteria she never programmed.
As Elianila digs deeper to understand what the X-variables measure and where their origin, she finds herself in direct conflict with the authorities. Soon, the System marks her and her daughter as threats - targets to be eliminated.
With a small band of colleagues and dissidents, Elianila goes on the run, hiding in places beyond the Systems reach. As they evade surveillance, they race against time to warn others, expose the truth, and fight back against the omnipresent authority of the System.
9.7
At my own engagement party, my fiancé, Franco, abandoned me. He left me standing alone in a room full of guests to rush to the side of another woman, Katina, the one he truly loved.
He called me a gold-digger, a parasite clinging to his family's name, and accused me of faking an illness just to get his attention.
But he never knew the truth. He never knew about the secret I carried-a terminal leukemia diagnosis I received just two days before he humiliated me.
He never knew that the night he called a drunken mistake, the night he spat on with disgust, had left me pregnant with his child.
And he certainly never knew that while he was tending to Katina's fake anxiety attack, I was in a sterile hospital room, alone, terminating our baby to have a fighting chance at a life he made sure was a living hell.
I thought my death would be the end of our story, a final, quiet release from his cruelty.
But when I opened my eyes again, I was back at our engagement party, the scent of gardenias filling the air, just moments before he would walk out and shatter my life for the first time.
9.7
She stole my wedding. I stole her future.
On the morning of my wedding, I caught my fiancé Kellan tangled in the sheets with my stepsister. The betrayal should have shattered me. Instead, it lit a fire in my veins.
So I did what any woman scorned would do.
I pointed to the most dangerous man in the room-Drexon Moreaux, Kellan's ruthless billionaire uncle-and declared, "Him. I'll marry him instead."
Drexon could have laughed in my face. The Moreaux empire's heir apparent, a man forged in boardroom battles and whispered about in elite circles, had no reason to entertain my reckless demand.
But he said, "I do."
Now, my stepsister's smug smile is crumbling. My ex-fiancé is forced to call me Auntie. And Drexon? He watches me with dark, calculating eyes, as if I'm a puzzle he's determined to solve.
This marriage was supposed to be my revenge. But with every lingering touch and midnight confession, Drexon is turning it into something far more dangerous-something that feels like love.
Too bad the Moreaux family doesn't believe in happy endings.
7.7
Rejected by the Lycan King, Awakened as Luna
One Night. One Rejection. One Child Who Will Rewrite the Moon.
She was never meant to survive the night she spent with the Lycan King.
Drawn into the heart of Lycan territory under a fractured moon, she crossed paths with the most feared ruler of their world-a king forged in dominance, command, and ruthless control. One night of instinct and forbidden desire bound them together in a mate bond neither could deny.
By dawn, he rejected her.
Cold. Public. Absolute.
But his cruelty hid a truth he could never speak-a prophecy written in blood and moonlight, one that promised her death if he claimed her. To protect her, he severed the bond with his own hands and cast her out, knowing she would hate him... and believing hatred was safer than love.
Banished into the snow, wounded and alone, she did not beg. She did not break.
As the cold claimed her strength, a single thought anchored her will: "I must survive."
And beneath her numb fingertips, silver light flickered-unseen, unrecognized, awakening.
She survives the exile only to discover the impossible. She carries the Lycan King's child.
A child conceived under a fractured moon. A child whispered to be born not of love, but of dominance and defiance.
While the world believes her broken, her body begins to change. Her power is not claws or combat-but something far rarer. Lunar healing flows through her veins, mending bodies and binding loyalty. Empathy awakens with it, allowing her to sense emotions, calm rage, and later... bend dominance itself. In exile, she becomes a quiet force-saving lives, gathering allies, and growing into a leader no one expected.
When the Lycan King learns the truth, regret does not drive him.
Obsession does.
He does not ask for forgiveness. He demands possession-only to find the woman he discarded no longer kneels to kings. Every forced reunion becomes a war of wills, every near-touch burns with unresolved desire, and every step closer ignites the truth he has avoided: she is no longer his weakness.
She is becoming the Luna that the moon itself has chosen.
As enemies rise within the Lycan court and rival Alphas circle the child who could unmake kings, the Lycan King faces a reckoning no crown can shield him from. To claim her heart, he must surrender more than pride. He must sacrifice power. Reputation. His throne.
And she must decide whether love-once broken-can ever be earned again... or whether her destiny lies in ruling without him.
This is not a story of gentle mates or easy forgiveness.
It is a dark, obsessive romance where survival becomes strength, power awakens through pain, and love is forged through sacrifice.
She was rejected.
She survived.
And now, the moon answers only to her.