My Fated Mate Is the Scarred Beggar King
At the sacred Moon Ball, I expected the Moonstone Chalice to name me Luna beside Arthur, my childhood love and the Royal Alpha. Instead, his exact double used dark magic to crown a low-level Omega named Diana in my place, then offered me a mistress's bed without a title, hoping to seize my family's army. When I refused, he crushed Arthur's silver amulet and threatened my rank. Yet I felt no soul bond to him; his scent reeked of damp earth and rot, nothing like the boy who once took a silver dagger for me. Fleeing the castle, I found guards beating a crippled, burn-scarred beggar. I stopped them and knelt to help, but the instant I touched his ruined neck, lightning shot through me. Recognition struck: this wreck was my true Alpha, Arthur. I swore the imposter would bleed for every scar.
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Chapter 3
Selena POV
The feigned charm vanished from his face, replaced by a contortion of sudden anger.
He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, dark velvet pouch. From it, he tipped a silver amulet onto his gloved palm.
It was the wolf charm Arthur had given me before he left for the war.
He threw it onto the stone floor and crushed it beneath his heavy boot.
"You have three days to accept my offer," he snarled.
He tried to use the Alpha's Command on me.
It was supposed to be an invisible weight that forced lower wolves to their knees.
But the pressure he projected was weak.
It felt like a gentle breeze against my hidden White Wolf blood.
"Or I will strip you of your rank and throw you to the Omegas," he finished.
I looked at the broken silver on the floor.
I felt absolutely nothing for this man.
The soul connection was completely dead.
"Do whatever you want," I said, walking past him. "I will ask my father to find me a real mate."
I left the castle and took my carriage to the edge of the territory.
The Moon Goddess Market was full of life.
I wanted to buy a paper moon lantern.
Arthur had promised to light one with me when he returned.
As I walked through the crowded stalls, I heard shouting.
Three castle guards were kicking a man in the dirt.
The man was a beggar, dressed in dirty rags.
His legs were bent at unnatural angles, and he was using his bleeding hands to shield a crushed paper moon lantern.
"Diana wants all the lanterns in the market!" a guard yelled. "Give it up, cripple!"
"Stop!" I commanded.
The guards froze, recognizing the Gamma's daughter.
They quickly bowed and ran away.
I knelt down in the dirt next to the beggar.
He slowly lifted his head and offered the crushed lantern to me.
Then, his eyes rolled back, and he fainted into my arms.
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7.4
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He leaned in again, his breath warm and intoxicating on my ear, and he gave me a deep, possessive kiss. "Now," he whispered, his voice a low, gravelly promise that settled deep in my core. "Now let Daddy feed you his cock."
He straightened up and, with a powerful, smooth motion, reached for the waistband of his faded grey sweatpants. He pulled them down, and as the thin fabric dropped to his ankles, I saw it.
His cock.
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7.5
For five years, I was locked away in the freezing royal dungeon, starved and used as a bloody plaything by the kingdom's sadistic Cabinet Minister, Brandt Fischer.
He tortured me daily for one twisted reason: I simply looked like someone else.
When he visited my cell to casually announce my father's execution and drag a silver dagger across my neck, he expected me to beg.
Instead, I laughed, sank my teeth directly into his carotid artery, and was violently thrown against a jagged stone wall to my death.
As my skull cracked and my blood stained the moss, I thought about my so-called family. The moment Brandt had demanded me, my father, the Duke, handed me over without a single hesitation to save his own political career.
I was nothing but a disposable pawn, left to rot in the dark while the monsters who ruined my life thrived.
I died suffocating on my own blood and absolute, destructive vengeance.
Then, I opened my eyes.
I was lying in my silk-sheeted bed, reborn as my fifteen-year-old self.
Today was the exact day Lord Daryl Langley, the God of War, would be ambushed and crippled—the event that allowed Brandt to seize ultimate power.
I immediately stole a horse, rode to the palace gates, and threw myself directly in front of Daryl's moving carriage.
"I just didn't want to see a hero die like a slaughtered pig."
I didn't care if I had to shatter my own ankle to hijack his convoy. This time, I was going to save the general, and he would become the blade I use to slaughter them all.
9.7
After three years of marriage, it is clear Enzo’s heart belongs to his sweetheart, Bianca. He has spent years gifting her the protagonist's rightful inheritance and her brother Luca’s precious keepsakes. Feeling invisible despite her devotion, she decides to walk away and disappear from his world entirely. Her departure shatters Enzo’s composure, leading him to tear Little Italy apart in a frantic search. Though he begs for her return, she is determined to never go back to the man who broke her.
7.9
He tilted her chin up, his touch deceptively gentle.
"You're trembling," he whispered, brushing his thumb over her lips, slow enough to make her shiver.
"Is it fear..." His gaze lingered on her mouth. "Or me?"
Her pulse stuttered, betraying her. He was too close, and her body didn't seem to remember which feeling came first, terror or desire.
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Elena Castellano never thought her father would trade her freedom to keep her safe. But after a violent attack changes everything, she is forced to marry the one man she has every reason to be afraid of, Stefano Bernardo, the ruthless heir to one of Milan's most dangerous families.
To the world, it's a union between two powerful families.
To Stefano, it's the sweetest revenge.
Stuck in a marriage built on deceit and danger, Elena must fight not only for her freedom but also for her life, because Stefano's revenge runs deeper than she ever imagined.
And if she truly wants to live, she must face the truth: the real danger isn't her husband's revenge; it's falling for him.
He married her to destroy her family.
But she might become the death of him - literally.
7.3
This was the ninety-ninth time I caught my husband, Chase Vargas, with another woman in our five-year marriage. I stood in the hotel doorway, numb, tired of the cheap perfume and his cold, familiar eyes.
But this time, his mistress, a blonde woman, hissed, "He told me all about you. The pathetic wife he's stuck with because of some business deal. He said he can't stand the sight of you."
Her words, meant to hurt, were things I already knew, things Chase had made sure I understood. Still, hearing them from a stranger felt like a new humiliation. She lunged, scratching my face, drawing blood. The sting was a surprising jolt in my numb world. I wrote her a check, a routine part of this pathetic scene.
Then my phone rang. It was Chase, calling from across the room. "What are you doing? Are you making a scene? Clean it up and get out. You're embarrassing." He thought I had orchestrated this, that I was the embarrassing one. The betrayal was casual, complete.
"I'm tired, Chase," I said, the words finally coming from a place I thought had died. "I want a divorce." He laughed, a cruel sound. "A divorce? Elena, don't be ridiculous. You love me too much to ever leave me." I hung up.
He then handed me a signed divorce agreement, telling me his true love, June, my adopted sister, was back. He wanted me to play the dutiful wife for her welcome-home concert. My heart, which I thought had turned to stone, felt a final, crushing blow. He wasn't divorcing me because I wanted it. He was divorcing me for her.
I signed the papers. The ninety-ninth time was the last time he would do this to me.
8.4
When everything she built was reduced to ashes, she had only two choices surrender or rise.
Left with nothing but scars and unanswered questions, a young woman must face a world that no longer waits for the broken. Betrayal, loss, and hardship try to bury her, but from the ruins, something stronger begins to form.
This is not a story about luck.
It is a story about resilience.
About standing again when the fall should have ended everything.
Rise From The Ashes is an inspiring journey of survival, growth, and quiet strength where every step forward is a victory earned.