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 4
SOPHIA'S POV
For a moment, I simply stood there, unable to breathe as Damien's words echoed in my ears.
"Tiffany will be a better mother to her than you ever were."
I stared at him, stunned. I could feel my wolf dropping to her knees inside me with a soft, wounded whine. My heart didn't just hurt. It cracked open. It felt like someone had driven claws straight through it.
"What. what did you just say?" I whispered. "Damien, what do you mean by that? How can you say something like-"
But he ignored me completely as if I were nothing more than an inconvenient noise. He placed a hand on Tiffany's lower back. He did it so casually, so intimately.
He guided her toward the villa's entrance.
Seeing him touch her like that, right in front of me, felt like being stabbed in the chest. My wolf's fur raised in anger and humiliation, but she was too injured to snarl.
"Damien," I called again, louder "Look at me. Explain what you meant."
He finally stopped, but he still did not look at me. Instead, he looked down at Ashley, smoothing her hair, the way he never did for me or for our daughter unless someone else was watching.
Tiffany smirked slightly, and Ashley leaned into her like she was the safest person in the world.
"What I meant," he finally said,, "is that Ashley needs someone dependable. Someone who is actually present. Someone who isn't always buried in work or too tired to handle her."
My lips parted in disbelief. "I work because you told me to! You said the family valued ambition. You said a Luna should contribute. Damien, you-"
He cut me off with a dismissive wave. "You're always busy. Always away. Ashley needs stability."
"I'm her mother," I snapped. "I'm her mother, Damien. You can't replace me with-"
"With someone who's actually here?" he shot back, finally turning to meet my eyes.
His eyes were hard, Alpha-cold. It pushed against my chest with the force of dominance, demanding submission. But I fought it. I had to.
Tiffany placed a soothing hand on his arm.
"Damien, let's calm down. I'm sure Sophia didn't mean to cause trouble. She's probably just overwhelmed."
Her voice was soft and sweet. She petted his arm like she tamed him. My wolf growled in my chest.
"Damien," I said again through clenched teeth, "you still haven't answered my question. What do you mean Ashley needs someone dependable once I get pregnant again? Why would that even be Tiffany's responsibility-"
Tiffany stiffened. Damien's silence was enough of an answer.
Something cold slid down my spine. "What did you do?"
Damien let out a breath as if bored by my confusion.
"I moved Tiffany Stonewall Villa temporarily."
My eyes widened. "You what?"
"She'll be staying here full-time," he continued. "As Ashley's guardian."
Ice flooded my veins. "Where is Ms. Dale? The nanny I hired?"
"Fired," he said bluntly. "Tiffany will take her place."
It felt like the ground tilted under me. "Without asking me? She's my - she's our daughter! How dare you make decisions without consulting-"
"My decisions are final," he said flatly. "This arrangement is what's best for Ashley."
"No," I whispered. My voice was shaking violently now. "This arrangement is what's best for you and Tiffany."
Tiffany opened her mouth, probably to offer another sickeningly sweet line, but something inside me snapped.
I stepped closer, breathing heavily.
"Stay out of it, Tiffany. I swear to the Goddess, stay out of-"
"Sophia," she said with feigned gentleness, reaching out as if to comfort me, "I'm not trying to replace you. I'm only trying to help. Ashley deserves-"
My hand moved before thought could catch up.
I slapped her.
The sound echoed in the hallway. Tiffany's head snapped to the side. She stared at me, stunned.
She had her hand pressed to her cheek. For the first time, her mask slipped. She wasn't sweet. She wasn't gentle. She was furious.
Ashley gasped and immediately ran to her, shielding Tiffany with her tiny arms as if I were the villain in her story.
"Mommy!" she cried. Her eyes were filled with tears. "You're a bad mom! Why would you hit Aunty Tiffany?"
My wolf was stunned. Bad mom. The words echoed in my skull.
"Ashley. no, baby, listen-" I reached for her.
She slapped my hand away. It was hard enough that my wrist stung.
"Don't touch me! You don't even love me! Aunty Tiffany said so!"
I froze. Tiffany said what?
But before I could react, Ashley hugged Tiffany tightly, glaring at me with hurt and anger no child her age should ever carry.
Damien wrapped an arm around both of them. His posture was protective and something inside me shattered so deeply I felt it physically, like my chest was caving in.
They stood there together. They looked like the perfect little family: Damien, Tiffany, and Ashley.
They looked fitting and complete.
And I wasn't part of it. Not anymore.
Not ever again.
Everything fell silent around me, including my wolf. She lowered herself inside my chest. Her ears went flat with heartbreak.
I realized that nothing I did, nothing I begged for, nothing I sacrificed would ever be enough for this man or this pack. My place had been erased. I had been replaced.
I turned away because I couldn't bear the sight. I couldn't breathe near them without feeling like I was suffocating.
I walked back to the pack house in a numb haze.
Once inside my study, I pulled out the divorce agreement with shaking hands. The ink I had written earlier was still fresh, still hopeful in its own way.
Half the assets. Custody. Child support. All of it meant nothing now.
Slowly, painfully, I crossed out the entire custody section.
I wrote clear, decisive words: Full custody to Damien Stone. No visitation. No intervention. No rights.
My pen hovered for a long moment as something inside me howled in grief. But I forced myself to sign it.
My signature looked lifeless, like someone else's hand wrote it.
For the final time, I placed a trembling hand on my stomach. My wolf whispered weakly inside me. She was just as sad as I was.
"I can't bring you into this," I murmured to the life barely forming inside me. "I can't do this to another child."
Tears blurred my vision, but I kept moving. I put on my coat. I grabbed my bag. I walked out of the villa and headed straight to the hospital.
I was determined - painfully, desperately determined - to terminate the pregnancy. to sever every remaining tie to Damien, to Tiffany, to this life that kept breaking me.
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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.