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 8
SOPHIA'S POV
Dinner at my parents' house always smelled like home.
My father sat at the head of the table with my mother beside him. My brother, Marco, and his wife, Patricia, were there too. She had their daughter, Klara bouncing excitedly on her lap.
I hadn't been surrounded by this much warmth in years. It felt almost too good.
The laughter around the table made me smile.
We ate slowly, talking over each other like we always did.
My wolf lay curled peacefully inside me, something she'd never been able to do at the pack house or even at Damien's private villa.
Here, she didn't have to brace for Damien's alpha aura or Helen's harsh voice. Here, she could breathe.
Halfway through the meal, while sipping hot broth, I realized I couldn't hold it in anymore. They deserved to know the truth. And I needed to say it out loud, to finally claim my freedom.
I set my spoon down. "I have something to tell you."
Every head lifted. My father's brows furrowed.
"Sophia? You're pale. Did something happen?"
I inhaled deeply. "I'm divorcing Damien."
Forks froze mid-air. Even the old wall clock seemed to stop ticking. Everyone was silent. They stared at me in shock for a while.
Patricia blinked hard. "Wait, what? You're serious?"
Marco leaned forward. "You're leaving the Royal family? For real?"
My mother covered her mouth with her hand. "Sophia."
I nodded. "Yes. I can't do it anymore. The insults, the pressure, the expectations. they don't see me. They never did. And I'm giving up custody of Ashley"
My father's chair scraped loudly as he stood. "You're giving up custody?"
His voice wasn't angry, just shocked.
I looked down at my hands. "Ashley doesn't want me. She's made that clear for a long time. And they'll never allow me to raise her outside the estate. She'll be happier with them."
The silence that followed felt heavy, but not suffocating. It was just full of disbelief.
Then Patricia exhaled loudly and slapped her hand on the table. "Finally!"
I looked at her in shock. "Huh?"
She grinned. "Sophia, we've all been waiting for the day you'd come to your senses. That family drained you dry! You used to glow, now you look like an old soul stuck in a twenty-something-year-old's body."
She nudged Marco. "Tell her."
Marco raised his cup. "Honestly? I thought you'd keep suffering forever. I'm glad you're done."
My mother blinked tears away but she smiled. "Sweetheart, we just want you happy. If this is your choice, we stand with you."
My father nodded slowly. "You were never meant to be a servant, Sophia. Not even to an Alpha."
And just like that, the heaviness I'd been carrying cracked open. Laughter followed. They cheered me up with their words. They even made jokes about how I should find a nice local wolf, maybe even someone who actually used the word please.
Klara wrapped her tiny arms around my shoulders and shouted, "Auntie is free!"
I couldn't stop laughing. For the first time in years, my heart felt light. My wolf even wagged her tail.
Just as I reached for another piece of grilled fish, my phone buzzed. I glanced at the screen, expecting maybe Laurel to be the one calling but the caller ID froze my blood.
Damien.
A chill slid down my spine. He never called me unless something was wrong. My wolf lifted her head instantly.
I stepped away from the table and answered.
"Hello?"
His voice came harshly. "Where the hell are you?"
I frowned. "Why? What happened?"
"It's Ashley." His breathing was uneven, frantic in a way I'd never heard from him since Ashley was a baby. "She ate mango at the mall. She's in the hospital. Allergic reaction."
My heart raced "What? She's allergic to that. How severe?"
"She couldn't breathe," he snapped. "Get to the hospital. Now."
The call ended abruptly.
I didn't have time to think. I grabbed my coat, barely managing to keep my voice steady as I shouted into the dining room, "Ashley's in the hospital. I have to go."
Patricia dropped her chopsticks. "I am coming with you."
Klara was already pulling on her tiny slippers. "Me too!"
The three of us rushed out the door.
I could feel my wolf sprinting ahead of me emotionally. I felt her instinct to protect overriding everything else. Damien might have wronged me but Ashley was still my daughter.
When we reached the hospital, the smell hit me first.
Then the sight of Ashley lying on the bed, pale and exhausted, made me weak. She had a small oxygen mask resting beside her.
I moved to her side immediately. "Ashley."
Her eyes opened. I felt relieved..until her expression froze into something cold.
"Oh. It's you." She muttered.
I swallowed. "Are you okay? Does your chest still hurt? Your throat?"
She turned her face away. "Why are you even here? You didn't come for me today. Or yesterday. Or ever."
My throat tightened. "Ashley-"
Klara stepped forward, crossing her arms. "Hey! That's not fair! Auntie Sophia takes care of you all the time. You are the one who doesn't appreciate her and just because she didn't come yesterday you don't get mad at her."
Ashley's lip trembled. "You don't know anything. She doesn't like me."
"I do," I whispered, but my voice sounded small "I love you so much."
"No you don't!" she cried, tears spilling. "Tiffany loves me. You don't show up. You don't care. You disappeared!"
Patricia opened her mouth, furious. "Ashley-"
But before she could continue, the door opened and Damien walked in.
He looked at Ashley first. He saw her crying and his entire face hardened. Then he turned to me with a glare.
"What did you do to her?" he asked me.
I rose slowly. "Damien-"
"You disappear for days, and now she's crying the moment you walk in."
Ashley sniffed, still upset. "Daddy. Tiffany wouldn't have let me get sick."
Damien clenched his teeth and threw the dagger without hesitation. "Maybe because Tiffany is a better mother than you'll ever be."
Something inside me went still. Completely still. My wolf whimpered inside me.
I nodded. "You're right."
Damien gasped. "Sophia-"
I gently placed my hand on Ashley's blanket. "But since Tiffany is the better mother. tell me something." I looked directly at Damien. "Did either of you know Ashley is allergic to mangoes?"
He stopped. He blinked repeatedly. He looked so confused.
Ashley looked between us, sniffling. "Daddy didn't know?"
I continued. I kept my voice calm and professional, even though my heart felt like it was tearing.
"She has multiple dietary restrictions. No mango. No red food dye. No tree nuts. She hates strawberries unless you slice them thin. She gets itchy when she eats too much bread. She can only sleep with a night-light shaped like a moon."
They both stared at me.
I added softly, "You never asked. You never noticed."
Damien's jaw tightened, but he didn't argue.
I stepped back from the bed, smoothing Ashley's hair gently. "She'll be fine now. Don't give her anything except warm broth tonight. And make sure the nurses check her oxygen levels every two hours."
I turned to Patricia and Klara. "Let's go."
Ashley whispered behind me, "Soph. Mom. are you coming back?"
My heart twisted but I didn't turn around.
"No," I said quietly. "Not anymore."
With that, I walked out of the hospital, cutting the last fragile thread tying me to Damien and his family.
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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.