Rebond With My Childhood Friend

I'm Nina, a she-wolf who gave everything to my mate Ethan, only to face betrayal with Clara. Heartbroken, I broke our bond, reclaimed my life, and returned to my Nash pack. As I navigated grief and power, Julian, my childhood friend, stepped in-offering protection and a new bond. Through pain and healing, I found love again, proving my strength and embracing a brighter future.

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Chapter 2

Five years into our sacred bond, my mate, Ethan Quinn, betrayed me with his secretary, Clara Newton.

I stood outside his CEO office, the door slightly ajar, when a stifled moan hit my ears-a sound I knew all too well. My blood turned to ice. Taking a deep breath, I shoved the door open.

The first thing I saw was a pair of feet with pink nail polish peeking out from under the desk. Behind it, Ethan leaned back, his face caught mid-pleasure, freezing the second he saw me.

"Nina," he stammered, his voice hoarse, panic lacing his words. "What are you doing here?"

My face drained of color as the truth sank in. "I came to get your signature on some papers. Your secretary wasn't around, so I let myself in. Am I interrupting something?"

"No," Ethan said, forcing calm as he tapped the keyboard twice, his voice still rough. "Just leave the papers there. I've got some things to handle."

Before he finished, the she-wolf under the desk faltered, her legs giving out as she tumbled into view. Her hair was a mess, her blouse missing two buttons, black stockings torn at the thigh, and her neck littered with kiss marks.

It was Clara, his new secretary.

When she saw me, she fumbled to button her blouse, shrinking behind Ethan like a scared pup.

"I'm so sorry, Nina, I." she started.

"Don't worry," Ethan cut in, draping his jacket over her. "Go. I'll handle this."

Clara nodded shyly and bolted from the office like she was fleeing a hunt.

"You saw it, so I won't lie," Ethan said, his tone casual, like he hadn't just shattered our bond. "It's just a fling. You're still the one I love most."

My hand trembled around the papers. After a long pause, I heard my voice shake. "Ethan, do you even know what cheating is?"

"Nina, don't make a scene."

He stepped closer, brushing it off. "It's just playing the field. Clara's innocent, reminds me of you back in the day. This thing with her? It doesn't change anything. You're my mate, and that's forever."

He reached for my face, but I recoiled, the stench of gardenia perfume-not mine-choking me. "Ethan, you reek."

"Enough, Nina. What do you want from me? I made a mistake every wolf makes. Compared to those who chase every she-wolf out there, I'm loyal, aren't I?"

I stared at his impatient face, unable to believe my ears. "What did you just say? Ethan, do you hear yourself?"

Seven years. That's all it took for the Ethan who held me close, promising to love only me forever, to vanish. Where did he go?

When we met, I was the cherished she-wolf of the Nash pack, raised with care. Ethan? Just a struggling college wolf, scraping by, rejected at every job.

I was leaving a gala at a hotel when a pack of rogues cornered me. Scared out of my mind, I thought I was done for-until Ethan showed up, saving me. We became friends, and with my help, he landed a job at my father's pack office.

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My step-brother and his girlfriend ambushed me in my own penthouse, their eyes burning with a hatred I' d never seen. They called me a thief, a whore, and accused me of trying to steal their inheritance with the "bastard child" I was carrying. Their fists and stilettos rained down on me. A final, vicious kick to my stomach ended everything. I felt the life inside me slip away, a crimson tide staining the marble floor. They celebrated, believing they had protected their "family honor." My desperate pleas that the baby's father was the powerful Jerimiah Mcpherson were met with scornful laughter. "That old man can' t have kids!" they sneered. As they bound my hands and threw me into the pool to finish the job, the door exploded inward. It was him. Jerimiah. My husband. The look on his face as he saw me, bleeding and broken, and understood what they had done to our child, was not just rage. It was the promise of a slow, agonizing hell they had just unleashed upon themselves.

Billionaire Modern Romance

9.3

Defying the Comments: The Rise of a Female Mogul

9.3

After a drugged encounter with the cold billionaire Gideon Hart, Evelyn wakes to a ten-million-dollar settlement offer. While her best friend Lena plays the selfless heroine to win Gideon's favor, Evelyn sees a supernatural live stream of comments mocking her as a gold-digger. Realizing she is trapped in a scripted narrative designed to make her fail, Evelyn rejects the role of the tragic side character. She chooses the cash over the drama, securing her own future.

Billionaire Modern Romance

8.9

His Cruelest Atonement, Her Final Silence

8.9

Captured by the ruthless Callahan family, Stanra sends ninety-nine desperate pleas to her fiancé, Killian. Convinced she is merely throwing a jealous tantrum over his devotion to another woman, Killian deletes every message and threatens to call off their wedding. But when he finally arrives at the Caruso estate to make peace, he is met with a refrigerated delivery from his rivals. Expecting an apology, he opens the box to find Stanra's severed head as her funeral bells begin to toll.

Action Horror Mafia Modern Romance

9.5

No Spring Comes from A Cold Man

9.5

After years of grueling infertility treatments to save Damian Grant’s legacy, the protagonist finally conceives a miracle child. However, the night before their wedding, a viral video reveals her cold fiancé’s secret life. An influencer flaunts a custom tie clip—the very engagement gift the protagonist handcrafted for Damian—claiming it as a token of his love. Faced with the undeniable evidence of his infidelity and the misappropriation of her devotion, she must navigate a web of lies.

Billionaire Modern Mystery Romance

8.1

Secret Wife is A Hero

8.1

I was Asset 7, a "ghost" kept in a high-security facility with no memory and paralyzed vocal cords. My only value was my silence, making me the perfect disposable tool for the world's elite. Everything changed when I was sold to Culver Lancaster, a media billionaire drugged with a dangerous synthetic aphrodisiac. His staff needed a woman who couldn't talk, couldn't sue, and didn't exist in any official directory. They scrubbed my skin raw like a piece of meat and threw me into a dark penthouse with a man who had lost his mind to the drug. Culver didn't treat me like a human; he choked me against a door and used my body as a shield against his own madness. When I tried to run, his security hunted me down with dogs, and Culver threw me into a freezing wine cellar. I spent days in total darkness, starving and dehydrated, lapping dirty water off the floor just to stay alive. I lay on that cold stone, wondering why my life had become a series of cages and scars. I couldn't even scream to let the world know I was dying. How could a man claim to protect me while treating me like a disposable object? But when Culver finally came to the cellar to feed me, I didn't surrender. I bit him hard enough to draw blood, watching the shock in his eyes as I communicated the only way I could. Now, I wear the silk uniform and the velvet mask he bought for me, playing the role of his obedient "Shadow." Culver thinks he owns a broken girl he can lock in a velvet panic room, but I'm a weapon who just found her target. Every kiss is a reconnaissance mission, and I'm going to burn his empire to the ground.

Billionaire Modern Romance

7.7

Spring Beneath the Grave

7.7

Elora Griffiths was on her way to drop her daughter off at school when her husband's enemies opened fire in the street. The bodyguard her husband had personally assigned to protect them abandoned the car the instant the shots rang out. Mother and daughter were hit multiple times, teetering on the brink of death. Elora frantically called her husband, Rodger Griffiths, but he didn't answer. Her brother, Hugh Dale, arrived just in time and saved them both. "How could this happen? Didn't Rodger assign someone to protect you?" Hugh asked. Elora sobbed uncontrollably, "The bodyguard ran away!" On the way to the hospital, Elora kept trying Rodger's number, desperate. One call after another... Finally, on the ninety-ninth attempt, the line connected. On the other end was the female bodyguard, trembling, her voice barely holding back tears. "Rodger, it's really not my fault! There were so many assassins. I would've died if I tried to stop them! I was so scared..." Elora held her breath, waiting for her husband's wrath to thunder down. But Rodger just sighed. "Forget it. The important thing is you're safe," he said. Meanwhile, Elora's daughter took her last breath in her arms. The pain was suffocating. She held her daughter close as her body went cold and stiff, teeth gritted in fury, "Hugh, I'm divorcing him! I'll cut off every single arms shipment to the Griffiths family from the largest arms company in Crownport!"

Modern Romance

Rebond With My Childhood Friend

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