My Alpha Chose His Beta Over Me

The holographic display flickered as I stared at the border maps, the red markers pulsing like a heartbeat. Another territorial dispute with the Eastern Packs. My temples throbbed with the constant pressure. "Alpha, we've reinforced the northern perimeter," Beta Marcus reported, his voice steady but concerned. "But we need your decision on the eastern quadrant." I rubbed my eyes, exhaustion seeping into my bones. Three nights without sleep. The Shadow Creek Pack's expansion had brought wealth but also enemies. "Double the patrols," I ordered. "And contact Alpha Wilson. I want to know why his wolves are crossing our boundaries." The command center hummed with activity—warriors receiving orders, technicians monitoring security feeds.

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The antiseptic smell of the infirmary burned my nostrils as I watched Dr. Elena Vasquez carefully clean the cuts on Hattie's arm. Blood seeped through the gauze, staining the white bandages crimson. The glass had sliced deep.

"Hold still," Dr. Vasquez murmured, her voice gentle but clinical. "These need stitches."

Hattie didn't flinch. She never did. Even when I'd lost control, even when the Alpha Tone had thrown her against the glass, she hadn't cried out. Now she sat motionless, her vacant eyes fixed on some point beyond the doctor's shoulder.

"I'm sorry," she whispered for the hundredth time.

Dr. Vasquez's hands paused momentarily. When she looked up at me, her eyes held something I couldn't quite read—pity? Accusation?

"Alpha," she said carefully, "Hattie needs rest. The trauma of the Alpha Tone... it's not just physical."

I nodded curtly, my jaw tight. "She knows what she did."

"Does she?" Dr. Vasquez asked softly, then immediately looked down. "I mean, with her condition..."

The unspoken question hung in the air between us. What kind of Alpha hurts the very person he swore to protect?

"I'll be in my office," I said, turning away. "Inform me when she's stable."

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Hours passed. The sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the pack house. From my office window, I could see the training grounds emptying as warriors returned to their quarters. No one entered my office to check on Hattie. No one dared.

Except Annalise.

She knocked once, then entered without waiting for permission. Her heels clicked against the hardwood floor as she approached my desk.

"How is she?" I asked, not looking up from the territorial reports.

"Bandaged and resting," Annalise replied, her voice honey-smooth. "I took the liberty of visiting her."

Something in her tone made me glance up. Annalise stood with perfect posture, her Beta insignia gleaming on her tailored jacket.

"What did you tell her?"

"I informed her that for her own safety—and yours—she's no longer permitted on the Alpha's floor or in the command center." Annalise's smile didn't reach her eyes. "I think it's for the best, don't you?"

I said nothing, but something cold settled in my chest.

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The council chamber felt suffocating despite its high ceilings and open windows. Elder Patricia Whitmore sat at the head of the long table, her silver hair pulled back severely from her face.

"The situation has become untenable," she declared, her voice carrying the weight of decades of pack politics. "The Alpha's... pet... is a liability."

I stiffened but remained silent.

"Three years we've tolerated this arrangement," Patricia continued, her gaze sliding to me. "Three years we've watched our Alpha's resources poured into a broken vessel while the pack's future hangs in limbo."

"Careful, Elder," I warned, though my voice lacked conviction.

"She destroyed our historical archives," Elder Patricia pressed on. "What next? Our security systems? The pack's financial records?"

Murmurs rippled through the council. I caught Marcus's eye across the table, but he looked away.

"I've defended her," I said finally. "She saved my life."

"And we're grateful," Patricia replied smoothly. "But gratitude has its limits. The pack needs strength, not charity cases."

The words struck like physical blows. Hattie's face flashed in my mind—her vacant eyes, her fragile form curled on the infirmary bed.

"What do you suggest?" I asked, though I already knew.

"A Luna," Patricia said simply. "A strong mate who can stand beside you, not hide behind you."

I felt the weight of every council member's gaze. Annalise sat three chairs down, her expression carefully neutral.

"I need a strong Luna," I admitted aloud, surprising myself with how easily the words came. "The pack deserves stability."

A satisfied smile curved Patricia's thin lips.

"Then it's time to make it official," she pressed. "The Moon Ball is in three days. Announce your intention then."

I turned to look at Annalise, who met my gaze with calculated intensity.

"Annalise has proven herself indispensable," I said slowly. "My partner in all things."

Her eyes gleamed with triumph.

"I'll make the announcement at the Moon Ball," I declared, the words tasting like ash in my mouth.

As the council members filed out, I remained seated, staring at the empty chair where Hattie should have been. For the first time since she'd returned to us, I wondered if I'd been wrong all along.

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Action Mafia Romance

8.0

MARKED BY FATE : RETRIBUTION

8.0

The future Luna of Silvermoon, Carolyn is suddenly accused of treason and exiled by the pack she devoted her life to. But the wilderness awakens an ancient power within her, the Watchman Wolf, a legendary force that bends the four elements themselves. She meets people with deep connections to her past, and now she must unravel what fate has in-store for her. Because the girl Silvermoon cast out is no longer powerless, she's becoming a legend that her may destroy them all, if she doesn't master the storm inside her soon. While her former Alpha crowns a new Luna and war grows between rival packs, Carolyn must uncover the truth behind the conspiracy that ruined her life and decide what she truly is... The protector of the wolf realm or the harbinger of doom.

Action Mystery Werewolf

9.7

Mated To My Stepbrother And His Best friend

9.7

No matter how far I ran, no matter how deep I hid, I knew one truth... He would always find me. Knock. Knock. I jolted up from my sitting position, with my heart hammering in my chest. Just as I was saying... He had already found me. But by the time he broke down the rickety door, I was already standing and facing him with a knife to my wrist. I'd rather die than return home with him as his mate. *** TRIGGER WARNING! This is a dark, taboo romance containing graphic themes, possessive men, hate-fueled sex, psychological intensity, emotional torment, and taboo that will wreck your morals. Reader discretion is strongly advised. Read only if you're ready to fall for monsters. *** Eve thought she and her mother had successfully escaped her abusive father by getting married to the former Alpha of a pack far away from where they used to live. But all her hopes and expectations were cut short the moment she realized her new stepbrother, Alpha Saint, who was also the current Alpha of her new pack, was the same man she had a one-night stand with eight months ago, along with his best friend, Beta Kyrie. And on that fateful night, she had stolen very valuable items from these men. Hated and controlled by her stepbrother, Saint, who saw her as nothing but a thieving whore, Eve decided to find solace in Kyrie, who was already falling madly in love with her. But Saint would rather fight his best friend to the death than let him anywhere close to the woman he was secretly obsessed with from the day he set eyes on her – Eve. All hell was let loose when Eve turned twenty-one and found out that not only was she mated to the man she loved and desired – Kyrie. She was also mated to her overly possessive stepbrother, whom she dreaded with her life. Saint burns with obsession. Kyrie aches with desire. And both men aren't willing to share. How far can she run? And how much blood are they willing to shed, just to stake their individual claim on her?

Action Romance Werewolf

8.9

My Baby, My Strength, Our Future

8.9

The mangled car teetered on the cliff's edge, my leg crushed, gasoline fumes thick in the air. My husband, Holden, stood safe on the highway, directing the rescue – but not for me. He was saving her, the woman in the passenger seat, leaving me and our unborn child to the ocean below. I woke trapped in the crushed Maybach, leg pinned. The cliff loomed; the driver's seat was empty. Holden, safe outside, directed paramedics past me to Giana, his "most valuable asset," ordering her rescue first. I watched him comfort Giana, oblivious, as the car slid. My baby barely viable. Holden offered a black card for silence; Giana gloated. Ten years of devotion, a cruel lie. Rage fueled me: how could he abandon his wife and child? I swore a venomous oath: never again an accessory. I flicked his card away, shielded my pregnancy, and promised my baby escape.

Action Modern Romance

7.9

Reborn Heiress: The Revenge She Deserves

7.9

The rain was a solid sheet of gray as the black SUV rammed into my car, sending me spiraling over the guardrail. As the glass shattered and the world turned upside down, a searing pain ripped through my chest before everything went cold and dark. I didn’t stay in the darkness. My spirit hovered ten feet in the air, watching the steam hiss from my mangled sedan. I followed the magnetic pull of my soul back to my family estate, expecting to find them devastated. Instead, I found my stepmother, Florene, and my sister, Kassidy, pouring vintage champagne and laughing in the drawing room. "To the end of the nuisance," Florene said, her eyes gleaming with greed. "The trust fund unlocks at midnight. We're finally rich." The betrayal cut deeper than the metal that killed me, but the real shock came at my funeral. Hiram Tyson—the cold, masked husband I’d spent three years fearing—collapsed over my closed casket. He unbuckled his silver mask, revealing a face ruined by scars, and sobbed a name I hadn't heard since childhood. "I'm sorry, Angel. I thought keeping you at arm's length would keep the darkness away." He wasn't the monster I thought he was. He was the boy I had saved at the orphanage years ago, and he had been protecting me in silence while my own family plotted my murder. I reached out to touch him, but the world exploded into a blinding white light. When I opened my eyes, I wasn't in a casket. I was back in our bedroom, feeling the heavy weight of Hiram’s arm across my waist. The calendar on the nightstand read September 14, 2023—exactly one year before the crash. I looked at the silver mask resting on the table and felt a cold, hard determination settle in my chest. This time, I wasn't going to be the victim. I was going to be the villain in their story and burn their world to the ground.

Action Billionaire Mystery

8.1

The Rejected Omega Is Actually The Lycan Princess

8.1

For three years, I scrubbed tables as a "wolfless runt," hiding my identity as the Lycan King's daughter. It was a test for my fiancé, Alpha Connor. I wanted to see if he loved the girl, or just the crown. He failed spectacularly tonight. His mistress, Jaden, deliberately knocked a tray of drinks onto me during the dinner rush. The liquid wasn't alcohol. It was concentrated silver. My flesh hissed and bubbled as the poison ate through my skin, blocking any ability to heal. I fell to the floor, clutching my melting hand, while Jaden faked tears and claimed I attacked her. When Connor finally answered the video call, he saw my mangled hand. He smelled the burning flesh. He knew it was silver. But he didn't help me. He looked at his watch, annoyed that I was interrupting his business meeting with investors. "Apologize to Jaden," he ordered, using his Alpha Command to crush me into submission. "On your knees. Now." The pain was blinding, but the betrayal cut deeper. He was forcing his Fated Mate to bow to the woman who tried to maim her. My knees bent under the pressure, but my Royal blood refused to break. I looked straight into the camera lens. "No," I whispered. I reached into my apron, bypassing the notepad, and pulled out a black satellite phone I hadn't touched in years. "Code Black," I said to the King on the other end. "Send the Guard." Connor thought he was disciplining a waitress. He didn't know he just declared war on the Royal Family.

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My Alpha Chose His Beta Over Me

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