Mermaid's Plan for Revenge

When her fated mate, the future Alpha, rejects her in favor of a manipulative fake heiress, a heartbroken werewolf must find the strength to forge her own path. Betrayed by the man she was destined for and cast aside by her pack, she faces a grueling journey of self-discovery and survival. As secrets regarding her rival's true identity begin to surface, she must decide if she will reclaim her rightful place or find a new destiny elsewhere.

In a world of shifting shadows and lunar power, Aysel navigates the complexities of her werewolf heritage. Bound by destiny and the pull of the moon, she finds herself entangled in a forbidden romance that threatens the stability of her pack. As ancient rivalries resurface, Aysel must balance her growing feelings with her duty to her kind. Every choice carries weight in this tale of passion, loyalty, and the secrets hidden within the wild.

I was eight months pregnant, waiting on the sofa for my billionaire husband to come home. But when the heavy oak doors opened, Cayden threw a fake DNA test on the glass table, showing a zero percent probability of paternity. He accused me of carrying another man's bastard. I cried and begged, swearing I was framed by his childhood friend, Carmella. He didn't listen. Instead, he ordered his massive bodyguards to pin me down while a private doctor forced an abortion pill down my throat. "The Merritt family does not raise bastards. Get rid of it." He forced me to sign divorce papers and ordered his men to throw me out into the freezing storm. Before I was dragged away, I desperately told him the truth: I was the anonymous donor who gave him a kidney to save his life three years ago. He just sneered, saying Carmella had the surgical scar to prove she was the donor, and kicked me out to die. Lying in the freezing rain, vomiting up the half-dissolved poison to save my baby, I didn't understand how the man I loved could be so completely blind. How could he let that woman steal my kidney, my marriage, and murder his own flesh and blood? Five years later, I returned to New York not as his pathetic discarded wife, but as a top-tier medical fixer for the global elite. And my genius five-year-old son has already infiltrated his mansion, ready to tear his empire apart from the inside.

After her father’s death, Elena is forced into a loveless marriage with Alpha Silas to secure her pack's future. Silas treats her as a mere tool for stability, openly labeling her a convenient Luna while harboring feelings for another. Despite the cold rejection and constant disrespect, Elena strives to protect her people. However, when a long-buried secret emerges, she must decide if staying is worth the pain or if she should find her own path.

After her fated mate chose power over their own blood, a heartbroken werewolf mother is forced to flee into the shadows to protect her innocent child. Betrayed by the man she once loved, she must navigate a dangerous world of pack politics and ancient rivalries. As she builds a new life, the weight of his treachery fuels her resolve. Can she shield her offspring from a father's cruelty while finding a love that truly honors her heart?

I stood at the edge of the freezing pond on the Boone estate, my body trembling with a fear that rattled my bones. Across from me, Amanda Olsen looked immaculate in her cashmere coat, a sharp contrast to the jagged reality I was trying to hold together. "Why?" I whispered. Amanda just smiled, admitting she killed Grandpa Boone because he actually liked me. She pulled out a thick envelope-divorce papers Cordero had signed that morning. She told me he called me a parasite and was celebrating with her the night I suffered a miscarriage. Before I could even scream, Amanda lunged and shoved me into the icy water. My heavy wool coat acted like a sponge, dragging me into the artificial abyss. I thrashed and gasped for air, but Amanda just stood on the bank, watching me drown with her hands tucked casually in her pockets. As my lungs burned and the darkness closed in, I realized I had spent my entire marriage taking their abuse. I was the "foster trash" and the "gold digger" who let them win every single time. I was dying alone, hated by the husband I had tried so hard to love, while my murderer stood victorious on the shore. I never fought back. I just let them destroy me. Then, a violent spasm tore through my body. I sat up gasping, sucking in dry, air-conditioned oxygen instead of murky pond water. I wasn't dead. I was back in the opulent master suite, surrounded by red rose petals and wedding decorations. The digital clock glowed: October 14, 2019. I had gone back five years to the very night my nightmare began. The bathroom door clicked open, and Cordero stepped out, looking at me with the same cold disgust I remembered. But as I gripped the silk sheets, a new resolve hardened in my chest. This time, I wasn't going to be the victim. This time, the Boone family was going to find out exactly what happens when you push someone too far.