Piss Off, Alpha! You Lost Me Forever
To Alpha Damien, Sophia was never a Luna-merely a breathing womb.
For years, she bore the weight of his cold indifference, trapped in a marriage where he only touched her on the "fertility days" his mother decreed.
While he flaunted his mistress Tiffany through the kingdom, Sophia was given a brutal ultimatum--
Return only when you carry a son.
She nearly lost her life giving birth to their daughter. But her suffering meant nothing-not to Damien, not to his vicious mother, and certainly not to a pack that saw her as nothing more than disposable breeding stock.
Now, pregnant again, Sophia overhears Damien's callous words:
She can handle the risks better than Tiffany.
In that moment, something in her snaps.
She's done being the obedient Luna.
Done enduring endless humiliation.
Done watching Tiffany poison their daughter's mind and steal the motherhood that should have been hers.
But escaping an Alpha is no easy feat-not when their bond refuses to break. and dark enemies lie in wait, hungry to seize control of her unborn heir.
Will Sophia reclaim her life, her daughter, and the wolf that's been dormant inside her for far too long?
Or will the man she once loved burn every last thing she holds dear to the ground?
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Chapter 3
SOPHIA'S POV
I left the main house.
My wolf stirred restlessly in my chest, but my steps were firm. I refused to look back at that cold, imposing structure.
When I arrived at Damien's private residence-Ashley's current home-and stepped inside, her scent enveloped me immediately. A hint of milk and lavender, the shampoo I used to choose for her.
I hurried upstairs and pushed open her bedroom door.
She was sitting at her craft table, drawing. She looked up at the sound.
"Ashley!"
I rushed to her, pulling her into my arms. My daughter. The child I nearly died to bring into this world. I couldn't help but press a flurry of kisses to her cheek. Her scent was the only pure thing left in my life. I had missed her so much.
"Mom, that's gross." She wrinkled her little nose, wiping her cheek.
I smiled, though the comment stung. "I'm sorry, baby. I've just missed you so much."
She just shrugged, as if my longing were unnecessary, as if the months apart meant nothing.
My wolf whimpered low inside-a pup should crave her mother's scent, her warmth, her closeness. But Ashley simply sat back down and resumed sorting her crayons.
"How have you been?" I sat beside her. "Did you sleep well last night? Are you eating enough? You-"
"Mom." She cut me off, not even looking up. "I want to go to East Street Preschool. Aunt Tiffany says it's the best."
The words hit me like a physical blow.
Aunt Tiffany.
She said it so casually, so familiarly, as if... as if that woman were the one closest to her.
"If you want to go, I'll enroll you," I said, forcing a smile.
Ashley nodded, but showed no excitement. She didn't even smile at me.
I took a deep breath, choosing my next words carefully.
"Sweetheart... Mom was thinking... would you like to move back and live with me?"
I couldn't bring myself to be direct yet, not ready to tell her we were leaving this place for good.
She finally looked up at me, confusion in her eyes.
"Why?"
"Because..." My voice trembled. "Because I miss you. I want to see you every day. I want to read you bedtime stories, have breakfast with you..."
"But Aunt Tiffany reads to me," Ashley said. "Her stories are way better than yours."
Each word was a knife, precise and cruel.
"And," she continued, a hint of disdain in her tone, "you're always crying and sad when you come. Aunt Tiffany says it's because you're not well."
"Ashley..."
"Aunt Tiffany never cries," she interrupted. "She's strong. She says I have to be strong too, not weak like you."
Every syllable was a laceration. My wolf flinched violently, a growl rumbling deep in my consciousness. Tiffany had been poisoning my child, twisting her perception of me.
"Baby, that's not true," I said, struggling to keep my voice even. "Mom isn't weak. Mom is just..."
"Aunt Tiffany says you're afraid to have babies, that's why you won't give me a brother." Ashley's gaze turned cold. "She says you're selfish."
I froze.
"I'm not afraid." My voice shook. "Ashley, when I had you, I almost died. But I never regretted it for a second. I-"
"Aunt Tiffany says that's because you're fragile," Ashley cut in again. "But she says she's strong. She can give Dad a brother. She says if Dad marries her, I could have a brother."
My hands clenched into fists.
"Ashley, listen to me-"
Her smartwatch lit up. Tiffany's name flashed on the screen. Her eyes immediately brightened with an excitement I had never seen directed at me.
"It's Aunt Tiffany!" she cheered.
I reached for the watch. "Ashley, we're not finished talking-"
"It's important!" She clutched the watch to her chest, looking at me with a hostility that was almost alien.
I recoiled.
That look, that posture... as if I were a stranger trying to hurt her.
"Fine," I forced myself to stand. "You have five minutes."
I walked out of the room, closing the door softly behind me. Leaning against the hallway wall, I took deep breaths, trying to calm the storm inside me. But the pregnancy had heightened my hearing. My wolf senses, already sharp, were now nearly uncontrollable. Even through the door, I could hear Ashley's voice with perfect clarity.
"Aunt Tiffany, I miss you so much..."
My breath hitched.
"I want to hear the bedtime story you tell..."
"I like your hugs better..."
"Mommy said she might have a baby. But Aunt Tiffany, I don't want Mommy to have one. She said it hurts. You should have the baby instead, okay?"
My wolf convulsed as if kicked in the ribs. A hand flew to my mouth. I slid down the wall, sinking to my knees on the floor. Tears welled up, too fast to stop.
Ashley saw Tiffany as her mother.
Not me. Not the one who carried her for nine months, fought for her, nearly died for her.
Tiffany had taken my husband. Now she was taking my child.
My fingers pressed hard against my lower abdomen. The wolf within me whimpered, sharing my grief.
A suffocating feeling rose. I pushed myself up, staggering toward the balcony. I needed air. I needed to breathe.
With trembling hands, I pulled out my phone and dialed Damien.
He rejected the call.
I dialed again.
Rejected again.
A third time.
This time, he answered, his voice thick with annoyance.
"What is it, Sophia? I told you-"
"You need to come home. Now," I cut him off, my voice so cold it surprised even me. "It's about Ashley. This can't wait."
"I'm in a meeting. This can-"
"If you don't come," I interrupted again, enunciating each word, "I swear I will walk right up to the reporters outside your office and give them a front-row view of the father and Alpha you really are."
Silence.
Then, a low growl. "I'm on my way."
I hung up.
Standing by the window, I watched the driveway, my heart pounding.
Minutes later, a sleek black luxury car pulled in. I expected Damien to get out alone. But Tiffany stepped out of the passenger side first. She was holding Damien's arm, carrying herself like she already owned the place. Like she was the Luna of this pack.
My wolf bared its fangs.
This was deliberate. She knew I was here. She wanted me to see.
"Aunt Tiffany!"
Ashley's shriek came from downstairs. Before I could react, she had burst out of the house and thrown herself into Tiffany's arms.
The sheer joy, the unbridled delight on her face-it was something I had never seen directed at me.
Tiffany lifted her easily. Over Ashley's shoulder, her eyes met mine, a smile of pure victory curling her lips.
Something inside me snapped.
I rushed downstairs, striding toward them. "Put my daughter down."
"She came to me," Tiffany said sweetly, gently patting Ashley's back. "What was I supposed to do? Reject a child's affection?"
"You have no right to touch her!" My voice shook. "She is my daughter. Not yours!"
"Sophia, calm down," Damien finally spoke, his tone dripping with impatience.
"Calm down?" I whirled to face him, staring in disbelief. "You want me to calm down? Look at what she's doing! She's holding my child in front of me, and Ashley-"
"Ashley likes her," Damien stated coldly. "What's the problem?"
"The problem?" A hysterical laugh nearly escaped me. "The problem is she's replacing me! She's making Ashley believe she's the mother!"
"Perhaps," Damien's icy gaze locked on me, "perhaps she would be a better one."
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9.7
On the eve of her wedding to a man she doesn't love, Victoria Halstead makes a choice that will change the kingdom forever she runs.
Victoria has spent her entire life being the perfect daughter, the obedient lady, the bride her father selected. But when she discovers her marriage is nothing more than a political transaction to keep her controlled and confined, she does the unthinkable: she escapes into the night with nothing but a hidden trunk and a desperate hope for freedom.
What she doesn't know is that her bodyguard, Rowan, the quiet, brooding man who has been watching over her for months-is not just protecting her. He's been waiting for this moment. Because Victoria's beloved uncle didn't die of natural causes. He was murdered. And the truth he died protecting could shatter the kingdom.
Victoria isn't just a runaway bride. She's the rightful queen of Aveloria.
Her mother was a Keeper one of the legendary bloodline with abilities to sense truth from lies and the last direct descendant of the true royal family. For three generations, the current king's dynasty has ruled on a throne built on murder, lies, and stolen power. And now that Victoria knows the truth, the king will stop at nothing to silence her.
Hunted by her own father, chased by the king's soldiers, and targeted by assassins, Victoria must choose between the safety of obscurity and the dangerous path of reclaiming what was stolen from her family. With Rowan by her side fierce, loyal, and impossibly devoted she begins to gather unlikely allies: a cynical mercenary with a dark past, a former bounty hunter turned believer, and lords who are tired of serving a tyrant.
But claiming a throne requires more than royal blood. It demands strategy, sacrifice, and the willingness to become the leader her people desperately need. As Victoria learns to trust her Keeper abilities, master the art of war, and navigate the deadly politics of rebellion, she discovers that the girl who once feared leaving her room has become a woman capable of leading armies.
Yet danger lurks everywhere. Assassins infiltrate her inner circle. A traitor hides among her most trusted allies. And the dying king's brutal brother waits in the shadows, ready to seize power and drown the kingdom in blood.
With an army marching toward her, time running out, and the weight of a kingdom on her shoulders, Victoria must make an impossible choice: run and save herself, or stand and fight for a crown she never wanted but a kingdom that desperately needs her.
7.4
Some think I'm cursed. Others think I'm unlucky.
But I know what I am.
My name is Leora, and I am the Redwood Pack's Alpha's daughter. Well, until my mother died.
My father remarried late, so the Pack moved on to new hands. My new stepmother, Amarie, is a spawn of Satan. She gives me to the new Alpha's household as a maidservant as a price for not exiling my father. I become an outcast, abused and punished every single day.
On my eighteenth birthday, I find out that I'm mated to the new Alpha's son, Caleb. Enraged, he rejects me, throwing me into the dungeons. In pains, I remain there for days. Then one fateful night, my luck changes.
The Lycan King is visiting the Pack to find a mate.
Which happens to be me.
I'm alone, crying that night, when a towering golden-eyed man charges in and rips the dungeon doors off their hinges. I gasp when he cups my chin, and whispers softly. "Stop crying, mate. I'm here now. And I'll make sure no one ever brings you to tears ever again!"
I thought my problems were over then.
But it was only the beginning.
8.8
Omega Unleashed
8.8
"Know your place slave. Alpha Carter will never want you. The next time I catch you trying to seduce him, I'll destroy your face."
******
Elena Reed's life is turned upside down when she's found at the scene of a murder with her hands coated in blood.
In an instant, her status is changed from omega to pack slave.
Now a decade later, the alpha king is coming to her pack to search for his Luna.
Will Elena finally be able to change her fate?
Or will she cower once more, too afraid to try.
8.8
Fleeing shadows in the hallway, Adrian Vale knew betrayal came from those closest. A fortune inherited meant little when blood turned cold. Last breaths tasted of lies whispered at dinner. Trust shattered like glass underfoot. Murder arrived wearing a familiar smile.
Yet his eyes opened somewhere beyond belief.
Beneath the quiet of her body.
Everything still there inside his head - Adrian suddenly sees it clearly, a deep dread rising
Some who killed him walk free today, holding influence, their plans against his kin far from finished.
This moment changes everything - he'll learn each hidden truth as he gets older.
Right away, life unfolds differently for Adrian - quietly shifting odds, pulling people close, growing stronger where no one sees. A fight without sound starts at his first breath.
Becoming clear to everyone, that moment shifts everything...
By then, chances are gone.
9.7
Gemma expected the tearing agony of the bullet wound that had just ended her life.
Instead, her trembling fingers met the cool, smooth friction of heavy silk.
She stared into the mirror. Her face was flawless, completely devoid of the jagged scar that had marred her cheek for the last five years.
It was exactly ten years ago. The day of her engagement party to the ruthless billionaire, Brion Hubbard.
In her past life, her "best friend" Katelyn convinced her to run away with a scheming scumbag.
Katelyn claimed Brion was a heartless tyrant who would ruin her. Gemma had foolishly believed those fake tears.
That choice led to her family's bankruptcy, her brutal disfigurement, and ultimately, a fatal bomb explosion.
The only person who tried to save her was Brion, his blood-soaked body shielding hers from the blast.
She even realized too late that the strawberry cream cakes she always made for him were full of dairy.
He wasn't leaving to cheat on her. He was locking himself in a medical bay, fighting fatal allergic shock, just to accept a tiny scrap of her affection.
Gemma had been so incredibly blind. Why did she trust the venomous snakes who destroyed her, while hating the man who died for her?
Hearing Katelyn frantically knocking on the dressing room door, urging her to run away again, a towering hatred surged through Gemma's veins.
This time, she wasn't going to run.
She was going to expose the traitors, take back her family's wealth, and claim the tyrant for herself.
8.2
The sensation of falling wasn't like flying; it was heavy, violent, and smelled of burning flesh. Above us, on the crumbling balcony of the Sears manor, Duke Cato Sears turned his back, shielding his cousin Bianca from the smoke as he walked away, leaving my sister Blossom and me to drop into the abyss.
As the darkness slammed shut like an iron door, I realized my entire life had been a cruel script written by the people I called family.
In my first life, I was the sacrificial lamb of the Dawson manor, sold to a man who eventually watched me die without blinking. My sister Blossom had pushed me into Cato's arms to avoid his rumors, only to laugh when the fire finally consumed us both. My father had measured my value like a piece of livestock, and my step-grandmother didn't even acknowledge my existence while I was being led to the slaughter.
I died in that fire, feeling the heat scorch my skin and the weight of a hatred so potent it tasted like bile. I spent twenty years being the weak, manipulated shadow of a girl, only to end up as nothing more than a phantom scorch mark on a "hero's" estate.
I couldn't understand why my own blood treated my life like a game they could discard. The injustice of it all burned hotter than the flames that took my last breath.
Then, I sat up, sucking in air that tasted of lavender and air conditioning, not smoke. I was back in my bedroom, three days before the engagement ball that ruined my life. Blossom stood at the door, her "sweet" mask slipping as she tried to manipulate me into the Duke's path again.
She thought she was the only one who had come back, but she didn't realize that this time, I was going to let her have exactly what she wanted: the Duke, the bankruptcy, and the living hell that awaited her in that house.