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 6
DAMIEN'S POV
I arrived at the pack house.
It'd been two months since my last meeting with Sophia and the radio silence told me she hadn't gotten pregnant.
Time to try again.
I told myself that today would be different.
My wolf had been restless for days. He kept pacing inside me as if sensing something and I just dismissed it as anticipation.
However the moment I stepped into the foyer, I felt it. For some reason, the place felt empty.
I called out, "Sophia?"
My voice echoed back at me.
A figure moved ahead, and for a heartbeat my chest went tight, thinking she was the one, but it was only the butler, Cherry. She bowed quickly, but the scent that reached me was wrong.
Not Sophia. Not even close.
I narrowed my eyes. "Where is she?"
Cherry flinched at the sound of my voice. "Alpha. Luna Sophia hasn't returned. Not since the last time you left."
My wolf bristled. What did she mean she hadn't returned?
I stepped closer, my tone dropping.
"What do you mean she hasn't come back? She should have been here. I told her to wait here and that we'll try again this month"
Cherry swallowed tightly. "She never came back, Alpha. Not once."
The words hit me hard. I didn't respond. I simply turned and stormed out of the villa. My wolf growled.
He was irritated.
Where the hell did she go? Why didn't she call?
I got into my car, slammed the door, and sped out of the pack house.
Halfway down the road, my phone rang. It was Tiffany.
Her voice came in smoothly through the speaker.
"Damien, where are you? I just finished rehearsal. You didn't pick me up."
"I'm busy," I muttered.
My eyes were fixed on the road as I scanned every turn like Sophia might appear out of thin air.
She sighed dramatically. "I have a performance tomorrow night. And because of that, I can't go to Ashley's school. They're having some Family Fun Day. Could you tell Sophia to handle it? You know Ashley prefers me but I won't be able to make it."
I cut her off. "Sophia will do it." I said it automatically, not even thinking. I only wanted Tiffany to stop talking so I could focus. "I'll let her know."
Besides, Sophia always took care of everything.
"Good," Tiffany replied, relieved. "Ashley will listen to her. Besides, she owes me after-"
I hung up before she finished.
I called Sophia immediately. I got even more frustrated as her number rang once. twice. then played a cold prerecorded message.
"The number you are trying to reach is unavailable or no longer in service."
I stared at the screen, confused, then tried again.
Same message.
My brows pulled tight. "Sophia," I muttered under my breath, "what the hell are you doing?"
I texted her.
DAMIEN: Where are you? Come home now.
Message failed.
I tried again. Failed.
A strange pressure squeezed my chest. It felt strange.
What the hell is going on?
My wolf paced inside me.
"She wouldn't ignore us," he said, "She never ignores us."
My grip tightened on the steering wheel as I sped toward the city.
For the first time in years, I realized I didn't know where my own wife was. or what she was doing. or who she was with.
And it bothered me far more than it should have.
*
SOPHIA'S POV
I was finishing a late shift at the rural school clinic.
The small children had exhausted every ounce of my strength. They might be pups but they sure knew how to work a woman up.
When I finally closed the clinic for the night, my legs ached, and my wolf lay curled quietly inside me. We were both tired but we felt peaceful.
I reached my dorm room, tossed my bag onto the floor, and collapsed on the bed.
My phone was on silent from the clinic hours, but I didn't bother checking it. I was too tired to care. For once, sleep came easily to me.
By morning, I woke up early.
As I got ready, I remembered something suddenly – today was my father's birthday.
I smiled just thinking about it. I hadn't been home for months. I wanted to cook for him, laugh with my mother, sit with my niece. I wanted peace.
I packed quickly, humming under my breath. My wolf hummed too. She felt really light. We both felt. free.
As I drove back to my childhood town, I felt happy.
The moment I stepped into my parents' home, their scents hit me.
"Sophia!" my mother gasped the second she saw me, pulling me into her arms. "My girl, you didn't even tell us you were coming!"
My father peeked from the kitchen doorway. He grinned. "Look at you! You came home."
I laughed. "Of course I did. It's your birthday."
Before I could take another step, a tiny figure ran toward me. It was Camila, my niece. Her wolf aura was so small and adorable. She jumped at me and held on to my leg like a koala.
"Aunty Sophia!" she squealed "Don't leave again!"
Her little voice cracked something inside me. I bent down and hugged her tightly, breathing in her innocent scent.
"I'm not leaving today," I said softly. "I promise."
My mother cupped my face, studying me. "You look tired. but softer. Happier."
I looked away, but the feelings inside me made my eyes sting.
"I'm trying," I whispered. "I'm really trying."
And in that moment, surrounded by real love, love that didn't demand anything of me, love that didn't force me to keep trying to produce heirs, I felt myself healing.
My wolf stretched within me. She purred softly in a way she hadn't in years.
I cooked, laughed, cut vegetables with my father beside me, listened to Camila's excited talks and watched my mother hum at the stove.
I felt alive in a way that made me realize just how dead I had been with Damien,
For the first time, I wasn't Sophia Stone.
I was simply Sophia.
And that was enough.
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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.