
My Mate Killed My Dog For His Lover
Five years ago, Chloe Lynn, leader of the Lynn pack, had my dog-my loyal companion, Rusty-brutally killed to protect her assistant, Miles. I vanished, but now I'm back, burning for revenge. At a gala, I face Miles, smashing a bottle over his head, reopening old scars. When Chloe confronts me, I stab her, only to be stopped by my mate-to-be, Celeste Hart, the gala's powerful host. As secrets unravel and the Lynn pack's crimes surface, I fight to bring justice for Rusty's death.
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Chapter 2
The scene erupted into chaos.
Screams filled my ears, someone shouting for enforcers, others whispering. "Who's this wolf? Is he out of his mind? He just stabbed Chloe!"
"I heard Miles say something about five years ago. Didn't Chloe kick out some orphaned pup she raised, her so-called mate? No way that's him, right?"
"Doesn't look like it."
"Word is, that pup had no one, just a dog. Got tortured to death for crossing Miles. The whole elite pack saw that video-skinned alive, man!"
"Look, Chloe's smiling!"
Blood dripped from Chloe's arm. Miles yelled, "Chloe!"
Ignoring his own bleeding head, Miles lunged to shield her, roaring at me. "Caleb! How dare you hurt Chloe! The Lynn pack raised you for twenty years, and this is what you are-a rabid wolf! Apologize to her now!"
I laughed at Miles acting like the Lynn pack's alpha, ordering me around. Meeting Chloe's gaze, I said, "Five years of training, and you've got yourself a loyal dog, Chloe. Feeling pretty proud, huh?"
Miles paled.
Chloe stepped in front of him, just like five years ago. "Caleb, we were done five years back. I told you, my heart's with Miles. I'll never love you, never want you." Her eyes were ice. "I don't care how you've survived out there or how you conned your way into this gala. But you're never crawling back into the Lynn pack to hurt Miles again."
"Caleb," she said, looming over me, "I could've ignored you today, pretended you didn't exist. But you hurt Miles, so you'll pay." She clapped, and enforcers surrounded me. "Your choice-come quietly, or I make you."
An enforcer handed her a blade. Chloe took it, waiting for my answer.
I laughed. "Chloe, you think the whole world revolves around you?"
I pointed at her knife. "If you've got the guts, you'd better finish me now." I stepped closer. "Because when it's my turn to come for you, don't." I leaned in, each word sharp, "beg for mercy, haha."
My laughter echoed through the silent hall. Chloe's face darkened, trembling with rage. It reminded me of five years ago when she used my pup Rusty to force me to my knees, groveling.
She'd locked Rusty in a cage, taped his muzzle shut. If I didn't beg, the blade would carve into him without mercy.
My pride was shattered, watching Rusty suffer. I knelt, pleading, "Chloe!"
Tears streamed as I begged, "Don't hurt Rusty. I'm sorry!"
I slammed my head against the floor. "I was wrong! I know I was wrong!"
Rusty was all I had, my only dream to take him and leave the Lynn pack.
I begged desperately, "Let Rusty go! Please!"
I'll never forget Rusty's heartbroken look or the bone-deep rage that still burns when I think of it. Facing Chloe now, all that remained was unquenched hate. "Chloe, you're just a mutt Miles plays like a toy," I said, each word deliberate. "Your father, Walter Lynn, handed you the Lynn pack, and he's probably clawing out of his grave to haunt you. The Lynn pack? It's done for!"
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8.1
"I don't share my women, Adele. Breeder or not. Go on your knees." He instructed, his hands going to unbuckle his trousers.
My heart burned with hatred as I clutched the knife behind me. "Of course, Alpha Loic. I was wondering... If you were to choose between a quick death and a slow one, which would you choose?"
I smiled brightly. He was taken aback for a moment. Then his face twisted in anger. "Have you forgotten your place so soon, Omega? Go down on your fucking knees."
"Omega? Aww. Adele would be so hurt. Tonight, I'll pronounce your death. The Alpha of the Vanguard pack, killed by fire. Touchè." I snapped my hands, and fire sprang up from all corners, encircling the room, with us in it.
"Y-you are not Adele. Who are you?" His eyes widened.
...
The Demon Queen, a name that struck terror in the minds of mortals and werewolves alike. Who'd have thought she'd meet her end during one of her adventures at a nightclub?
After being struck dead by the Alpha of her most hated race, Ophelie returns in the body of a wolf-less girl with only one mission in mind. To kill her murderer.
But sometimes, things never go as planned. When love is thrown in the mix, Ophelie finds herself and her previous plans swaying.
Refusing to kill Loic is to lose herself and her powers. What would she choose?

9.5
I had no choice but to return for vengeance. That man, who was supposed to be my father, abandoned my mother at the altar in favor of another woman. I despised him. He never bothered to look for me.
My mother repeatedly told me that I reminded her of him. She always says, "I am a carbon copy of my father, and possibly worse."
"Like a father, like a son," they always say.
But this time, I returned to show him that "A son can defeat his father."
And to do so, I had to be better. That is why I, Knight Angelo Knight, decided to become a gynecologist.
But, in order to break his heart, I had to get my hands on either his wife, Bella, or Julia, the young girl he had raised for years.
By the time I realized I wasn't just hurting him, but also her and myself... And it was a second chance that I pleaded for.
But would she be able to forgive the man who dragged her to his bed to exact vengeance? And played games with her emotions? And, worst of all, took her virginity?

8.5
A spiked martini at her second-anniversary party led Amelia to stumble into a dark VIP suite, where she unexpectedly lost her virginity to a stranger.
Returning home, the morning light revealed her husband, Kyler, reeking of another woman's perfume, with red lipstick on his collar and a fresh scratch below his ear.
The suffocating guilt of her own mistake instantly vanished, replaced by a cold, sharp block of ice. Kyler, instead of apologizing, mocked her and threatened to cut off her ailing mother's nursing home funding if she didn't play the loving wife.
His two years of coldness and refusal to touch her, claiming stress, were exposed as a pathetic, disgusting lie. Amelia, refusing to be a victim, filed for divorce and began a digital hunt for the IP address that had wiped the club's security servers.
Amidst this escalating fight, she encountered Kyler's formidable half-brother, Jonas Brown, her old academic rival. The familiar scent of crisp cedar and dark tobacco, combined with a fresh scratch on his hand, sparked a terrifying, impossible suspicion.
Then, trapped in his car, a phone call confirmed her custom Cartier ring was missing from the very penthouse suite where she'd spent that fateful night. The horrifying truth slammed into her: Jonas was the stranger. Without a word, she Venmoed him $5,000.00 with the note: "Service fee and hush money." This was war.

7.8
Aria Hale's life went very dark when her mate rejected her because she had a daughter, which he claimed had no wolf powers. To top this off, cheating occurred a day before their mating ceremony! Her heart broken, Aria had one-night stand with a guy she hardly knew.
The next day was the mating ceremony of Lyra, her daughter, where fate had delivered a mighty blow! The guy from the previous night, Lucian Vale, is now Lyra's destined mate!
What followed were the secrets and heartbreak of Aria, who was frightened as she tried to keep the night a secret to protect her daughter. But Lucian remembered Aria, and he was never going to let her go.
Fighting against guilt, desire, and fear of ruining her daughter's life, Aria did everything she could to stop thinking about Lucian. But fighting her feelings only made her love him more. Then the Luna began to plot against Aria, setting her up with the decision of choosing between her daughter's future and the love of her life ; to walk free of a love that was burdened by guilt or to follow her heart.

9.3
Jade knows what it feels like to have no one in her corner; she experienced it firsthand when her aunt sweet-talked her parents and took her to the Philippines' when she was eight. After years of abuse and being used, the only thing Jade wished for was an escape to finally go home and be with her family. All Jade wished for was to experience what it feels like to be loved once again and she got that when she finally escaped from her aunt and made her way back home to her pack and family in Detroit. Finding out that the Alpha Heir Hunter was her mate was the best thing to ever happen to Jade, and Hunter gave Jade a home, love, and became the safety and comfort Jade had always wished for. Two years of blissful union came to an abrupt end when Jade woke up in bed with her sister's boyfriend after a party. Her life goes from sweet to bitter in a matter of days as everyone Jade once loved turned their backs on her, refusing to believe them when she said she didn't cheat on her mate. How could she? Hunter was the love of her life.
Jade goes from preparing to becoming the Luna of the Blackwood Pack, to being treated no less than a traitor. Hunter doesn't wait another heartbeat before rejecting her, and Jade is soon branded as a defective mate, banished to the woods as a rogue. How will Jade survive life as a pregnant rogue? The cursed brand on her neck makes it impossible for any pack to take her in. Will her mate come after her? Or will Jade find her strength somewhere else and come back to enact her revenge on the people who hurt her?

8.9
I stood at the edge of the red carpet, my pulse a steady seventy-two beats per minute. I wasn't the girl they broke eighteen years ago; I was a machine of flesh and bone, calibrated by the sterile lights of the operating theater.
But the moment I stepped inside the Hamptons estate, the trap snapped shut. Belle Estrada stood on the stage, her emerald dress shimmering as she pointed a blood-red nail at me. She accused me of corporate espionage, flashing "stolen" lab data across the massive screens for the entire elite crowd to see.
The room turned into a shark tank. When the family patriarch collapsed from a massive stroke, Bentley—the man who once watched them ruin me—didn't see a doctor rushing to help. He saw a criminal. He lunged at me, hissing that he would have my medical license revoked and blacklist me from every lab in the country.
"This is over," he snarled. "I'll bury you until you're broke and begging."
I looked at him and felt nothing but cold, analytical curiosity. They really thought they could steal my life's work a second time. They thought I was still the girl who would cry and beg for mercy while they carved up my future.
"You can't blacklist the patent holder, Bentley," I said, my voice cutting through his rage like a scalpel.
I held up my phone, displaying the official filing from the USPTO. I wasn't just a guest; I was the sole owner of the very drug they were trying to sell. And standing in the shadows was Julian Vance, the most feared venture capitalist in the city, waiting to collect on his investment. The Everetts wanted a war, but they didn't realize I had already bought the battlefield.