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 7
DAMIEN'S POV
I sat at the head of the table, flipping through quarterly reports, pretending to focus while my wolf paced under my skin.
Numbers bored him. Meetings infuriated him. But I forced both of us to sit still.
My phone vibrated once on the table. I ignored it. Then it vibrated again and again. The receptionist would never call me repeatedly unless something was wrong.
I lifted the phone, glanced at the screen, and froze.
East Street Preschool calling.
My chest tightened. Ashley.
I answered instantly. "What happened?"
A timid female voice came through. "Alpha Damien, sir. This is Ms. Mara from the preschool. We. we tried reaching Luna Stone, but-"
"She's no longer my Luna," I cut in automatically, grumbling, then clenched my jaw. "What's wrong with my daughter?"
Ms. Mara hesitated, then spoke quickly. "It's Family Fun Day. Ashley is the only pup whose mother didn't attend. She's very upset, sir."
The room around me blurred. A low growl escaped my throat before I caught it. Sophia. She was supposed to handle this. Tiffany couldn't, fine but Sophia?
I didn't even excuse myself. Chairs scraped the floor as every board member jumped to their feet in submission. Their wolves were reacting to mine.
I walked out.
"Cancel everything for the rest of the day," I ordered my assistant without slowing down.
"Yes, Alpha!"
By the time I reached my car, my pulse was hammering.
My wolf was restless. His ears were pinned back. He was pacing, confused and irritated. Why wasn't she there? Why didn't she call?
I pressed a hand to my temple as I drove.
Sophia had been distant for months. I hadn't heard a thing from her but she always showed up for Ashley. Always.
At the preschool, I found Ashley sitting alone on the swings. Her little shoulders were stiff. Her eyes were red. When she saw me, she didn't run into my arms.
She glared.
"You didn't come either," she muttered.
My heart squeezed. "I had a meeting, baby. But I came as soon as they called me."
She kicked the dirt. "Where's mom? Everyone else's mom came."
I took in a deep breath. My wolf growled.
The truth was that I had no idea where Sophia was. Not really. I'd been trying to call her since last night. No answer. No texts. Her number felt like a dead line. But I couldn't tell Ashley that. She already felt abandoned enough.
So I knelt in front of her and brushed her hair behind her ear. "Mom is. at home preparing a big surprise."
Ashley frowned. "A surprise?"
I forced a smile. "Your grandpa's birthday dinner is today. She wants it to be perfect."
She stared at me suspiciously. "Then why didn't she tell me?"
I swallowed the frustration burning in my chest. "She wanted it to be a secret. You know she loves surprising people."
Ashley softened, but only a little bit. "Okay."
I lifted her into my arms, kissed her forehead. My wolf calmed, if only a little.
Just then, my phone rang again. This time, it was my mom.
I exhaled through my nose before answering.
"What."
She clicked her tongue in annoyance. "Is that how you greet your mother? Listen, tomorrow is your father's birthday. We're meeting at Alena Mall so we can drive together to the estate. Bring Ashley. She needs to look presentable as always."
"I know it's his birthday," I replied tightly. "I'll bring her."
"And don't forget Sophia," she added sharply. "She'd better not embarrass us again."
The muscles in my jaw twitched. "Sophia will be there."
The call ended and I lowered the phone slowly, trying to suppress the irritation I felt.
Sophia was not reachable. And I had no idea why.
Ashley tugged on my sleeve. "Daddy, can we go home now?"
"Yes, baby. We'll get ready for tomorrow."
But even as I drove home with her, my mind wasn't in the car. It was with Sophia. Her silence. Her absence.
*
By the time we reached the estate with my mom the next day, a knot had already formed in my stomach.
The villa was dark.
No light came in from the windows. No scent of cooking filled the air. There were no footsteps, no movement.
My mom stormed inside first.
"Sophia!" she shouted. "Sophia, where the hell are you?!"
Silence answered.
I walked through the kitchen. The place looked untouched. The counters were spotless. No pots. No ingredients. No preparations.
My heartbeat slowed. Sophia wasn't even here. Had she forgotten what today was the same way she had forgotten to be at Ashley's school.
My mother pulled out her phone.
"She'll answer me," she declared, more to herself than to us. "She knows better."
She dialed. The ringtone echoed through the quiet villa.
Sophia didn't answer. Helen tried again but she got no response.
Then again. Nothing.
Her temper snapped. She screamed and threw her phone away. It shattered into pieces on the wall.
"She dares to humiliate us on your father's birthday?!" she shouted. "That useless BITCH-"
Ashley hid behind my leg. I felt her trembling. My wolf snarled silently, ready to tear into anyone upsetting my daughter.
But on the outside, I remained calm.
Inside, though. something cold slid down my spine.
Sophia had never failed. She had never forgotten any event. She would never disobey a direct instruction, especially not on a day like this.
Something was wrong.
Ashley's voice cracked as she looked between us.
"Daddy. why didn't mom come? She always cooks for Grandpa."
Helen crossed her arms. "Because she's ungrateful."
Ashley's little eyes filled with tears, and she whispered, "Tiffany would've come. Tiffany always wants to be with me. Mom doesn't even like me. She embarrassed me on purpose."
Her words stabbed deeper than they should have.
I crouched down, taking her hands. "Ashley. Look at me."
She sniffed.
"Your mom would never embarrass you," I said firmly. "Never. Something must have happened."
But as I said it. doubt crept in.
Because for the first time in years, Sophia felt completely. gone. She had no presence in the house. No scent in the halls.
My wolf lifted his head and growled inside me.
She's not here. She hasn't been here for a long time. She's slipping away.
And I felt it..too late.
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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.