Rejected By Five Alphas: Watch Me Thrive
Agent Alivia Sanford opened her eyes to the suffocating stench of wild animal musk and raw sex.
She hadn't just transmigrated into a savage beastman world; she had woken up in the body of a 300-pound, diseased, and universally despised woman. Worse, the original owner had just drugged the tribe's strongest warrior, trying to force a mating.
Now, the warrior pinned her to the cave floor with murderous fury.
"You think you can trap me, you disgusting pig?" he snarled, ready to rip her throat out.
After kneeing him and escaping, a "Super Charm AI" bound to her mind demanded she conquer her five designated mates to survive. But these men treated her like a walking plague. They mocked her bloated face, threw bloody raw meat into the mud for her to eat, and publicly announced they would starve her to death. Even her own family looked at her with utter disgust.
In her past life, she was a legendary survivor who could have crushed these arrogant men with her bare hands. Now, she was trapped in a weak shell, threatened with soul erasure by a system if she didn't grovel for their affection. Why should she beg for love from beasts who wanted her dead?
Looking at the five "-100" hostility scores on her system panel, Alivia coldly drew a mental cross over each of their faces. Enduring agonizing pain, she forced her bio-manipulation ability to violently purge the toxins from her fat body. She wasn't going to play their twisted game; she was going to find her own resources and make them pay.
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A pungent, suffocating odor assaulted her senses. It was the stench of wild beasts and primal instincts, like an invisible hand gripping her throat. Alivia Sanford's eyes snapped open, her brain screaming a tactical alarm before she could even make out the dark, jagged walls of the cave.
In the torrent of memories, Alivia also grasped the fundamental laws of this strange world: a matriarchal society where women are revered and scarce, and a woman can have multiple male spouses. Men are subordinate to women, and their value depends on how well they serve and protect the women they choose. The original Alivia, though flawed, had the right to pursue Kane as a potential spouse-yet drugging him was still considered a desperate and shameful act. In this world, a woman's word is law, but she must also provide leadership and support for her harem. Having been a highly trained agent in her previous life, Alivia found this inversion both absurd and practical. If she could withstand Kane's wrath, perhaps she could turn this hierarchy into an advantage.
A heavy, burning sensation pressed down on her shoulders, pinning her body to the rough rock. A sharp, real pain shot through her back.
"Don't move," a voice growled, the vibrations coming from close to her collarbone.
Alivia's gaze focused. The man on top of her-no, a beast in human skin-was Kane Hensley. The name surfaced from the swamp of memories flooding her mind, accompanied by chaotic shame, despair, and an obsession that wasn't hers. Her agent instincts overwhelmed the emotional mire, quickly piecing together the tactical reality: the original Alivia had drugged him. She had tried to force herself on him.
And now, the drug is burning inside him, and he looks at her as if she were dirt stuck to the sole of his boot.
His silver eyes gleamed with a terrifying and wild light. His iron-like hand gripped her chin until her teeth ached and she tasted blood. "You think you can hold me back, you disgusting creature?" he roared, his hot breath burning her neck. "I'm going to destroy you now."
The murderous intent was real. It surged from him like a tidal wave, suffocating her. In that instant, Agent Alivia took control of her body. Panic, the disorientation of waking in a strange body-all vanished, leaving only the cold, hard instinct for survival.
This body was awful. Clumsy, sluggish, weak. But Kane straddled her, his weight pressing against her chest, his lower body completely exposed. He thought she was just a fat, helpless fool. He thought she couldn't move.
He was wrong.
Alivia stopped struggling. She relaxed her body and widened her eyes in feigned fear. Kane's grip loosened slightly, and a disgusted sneer appeared on his lips.
That's completely wrong.
Alivia took a deep breath, planted her feet firmly on the sand, and used all the strength her three hundred pounds could muster to thrust her right knee upwards. She aimed for his most vulnerable spot-the place where even the strongest warrior would crumble.
A muffled thud followed. Kane let out a suffocating groan of pain. The iron clamp on his chin disappeared, and he doubled over, his hands instinctively protecting his groin, his handsome face contorted in agony. He collapsed, his massive body curling up, unable to breathe for a long time. After a long while, he managed to lift his head, his silver eyes filled with shock and murderous intent as he stared at the woman who had subdued him like a well-trained assassin.
Alivia wasted no time. She shoved him in the chest, using his loss of balance to roll over. Her heavy body tumbled awkwardly across the cave floor, crushing the dry grass and kicking up dust, but she was free.
Kane fell to his knees, forehead pressed against the ground, a painful roar erupting from his throat. He raised his head, his silver eyes filled with shock and murderous intent as he stared at her.
Alivia struggled to her feet. Her lungs burned, her legs felt like lead, but adrenaline was a magical drug. Without looking back, she rushed towards the cave entrance, her bare feet slapping against the cold stones.
The sunlight slammed into her face like a heavy blow, blinding her instantly. Rough pebbles cut the soles of her feet, drawing blood, yet she continued running. She lunged behind a wind-eroded boulder outside the cave, her back pressed against the sun-baked rock.
Kane's roar echoed through the cave, followed by the sound of stones shattering against the walls. He was destroying the cave. He was furious.
But he didn't chase after them. Not yet.
Alivia pressed her hand to her chest, feeling her heart pounding like a trapped beast. She looked down at her arms. They were thick, grime-covered, and covered in red rashes. This was her body now. Three hundred pounds, riddled with illness, a shell despised by everyone.
A bitter laugh caught in her throat. In her past life, she could have torn Kane apart with her bare hands. Now, she was fleeing for her life like a frightened rabbit.
"Okay," she whispered hoarsely, "okay, assess the situation."
She closed her eyes, searching inward. Something should have been left behind. That bio-manipulation ability that made her a legend in the apocalypse-was it still there?
A faint warmth flickered in her dantian. Faint, like a spark compared to the raging fire she once controlled, but it was still there. Level one. Perhaps not quite there yet. But it was something nonetheless.
She opened her eyes, her gaze sharpening. She scanned the tribe's borders, noting the orc patrol routes. The forest beyond the mountains was her only option. It was dangerous, but it would keep her away from Kane.
Taking a deep breath, Alivia waited until the patrolling guards turned around, then, keeping her body as low as possible, slipped away from the rock and disappeared into the dense bushes, running towards the shadows of the back mountain.
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9.3
My father ordered me to marry into the cursed Vaughn family.
Their heirs were rumored to die young from a mysterious genetic agony. My sister Kayden laughed, saying she wasn't going to waste her youth planning a funeral. So, I became the sacrificial lamb.
When I refused, my father slammed his hand on the table and threatened to throw my dead mother's ashes into the city dump.
"You are a struggling actress with no money and no power. You have no choice," he told me coldly.
To make matters worse, my own agent drugged my drink at a business dinner, trying to sell my body to a sleazy investor just to secure project funding.
I was completely cornered, suffocating under the weight of their cruelty. I couldn't understand how my own flesh and blood could be so vicious, treating me like a worthless pawn to be traded and discarded.
But none of them knew that while escaping the drug-laced dinner, I crashed directly into the terrifying Vaughn heir, Algot.
When his glowing crimson eyes locked onto me during a violent episode of his cursed pain, we discovered an impossible truth: my physical touch was the only cure for his agony.
Looking at the dark bruises he accidentally left on my neck, I chose not to run. Instead, I pulled out the private business card he gave me and dialed his number.
"You need me," I whispered to the dangerous billionaire. "And I am going to use you to destroy them all."
9.2
For four years, I was the Silvercrest Pack's biggest joke—a scentless, wolfless Omega who somehow became the Alpha's Luna.
I thought I was just naturally defective, until our fourth anniversary, when I overheard my husband Adrian talking to his Beta.
"I’ve been having the kitchens slip a silver-based compound into her meals since the day I marked her."
He confessed the poison was meant to suppress my inner wolf and keep my womb permanently barren. He only married me as a power play to make his highborn mistress, Seraphina, jealous. While I wept over my empty cradle and apologized to his family for my broken body, he was using pack funds to buy her custom luxury goods, tossing me the leftover wrapping paper. When I finally confronted him about the silver and tried to leave, he flew into a feral rage. He violently smashed my head against the marble vanity, leaving me bleeding on the floor, and locked the bedroom door behind him.
I lay there in the cold, staring at the pool of my own blood. My entire life, my endless pain, and my unborn pups were nothing but a cruel, calculated joke to the man who was supposed to be my Mate.
But Adrian didn't know I wasn't just a brainless Omega.
I wiped the blood from my face, climbed down the balcony trellis into the freezing rain, and pulled out an encrypted burner phone.
"The cage is broken. Initiate Phase Two."
9.5
One night, I was a girl seeking vengeance in a velvet mask. He was the stranger who took me against a cold stone wall, his touch a silent, lethal promise.
Now, he is Caspian Blackwood-the most feared architecture professor at Aethelgard. When my "perfect" boyfriend, Dominic Calloway, cheats on me and sabotages my degree, Caspian offers a lifeline with a razor-thin edge: Be his silent, nude model for thirty days.
The rules are absolute. I must wear a silk mask and a weighted collar. I must never speak. I must hold the poses he demands until my muscles scream for mercy. In the lecture hall, he ignores me with arctic indifference. In the studio, his gaze is a physical weight, stripping me faster than his hands ever could. But as the charcoal scratches against the paper, I realize the "deal" isn't just for art. It's for the soul I accidentally gave him in the dark. Will the deal destroy his career, or consume me first?
8.6
Book Two of the Betrayed Luna to Alpha Queen Series
Can be read as a standalone or after Book One
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"They were supposed to hate me. All four of them. But the Moon Goddess doesn't make mistakes, she just has a twisted sense of humor."
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"Let me die free rather than live as his possession."
Those were Lyralei Ravenwood's last words before she jumped off Widow's Cliff, choosing death over marriage to a monster hiding behind a charming smile.
She should have died.
Instead, she wakes in the camp of the Four Great Alphas..the most powerful, dangerous men in the ancient werewolf world. Men who look at her with resentment. Men who make it clear she's not welcome.
The Moon Goddess sent her to unite them against a rising darkness.
But they don't want unity. They don't want her.
Lyra didn't ask to be sent anywhere. She just wanted to escape a cage.
Now she's trapped with four hostile Alphas who see her as an obligation rather than a person. Who resent every breath she takes. Who make it clear that prophecy or not, she will never command their loyalty.
But something is awakening between them. Something ancient and undeniable.
The Primordial Mate Bond-a force that links one soul to multiple Alphas, pulling them together whether they want it or not.
As shadow wolves attack and an ancient evil rises, Lyra must navigate not just war, but the far more dangerous battlefield of four hearts that were determined to hate her.
Because feelings without trust are torture.
CONTENT WARNING: This book contains mature themes including explicit sexual content, violence, death of major characters, psychological trauma, and morally complex situations. Recommended for readers 18+
9.5
My husband told me I was a contractual obligation, an irritant he was forced to endure after a car crash stole his memory of our love five years ago. He replaced me with a social media influencer, a woman whose lies were as polished as her feed.
But when her baby was found with a small cut on her lip, she tearfully accused me of being a jealous monster who attacked an innocent child.
My husband, the man I had stood by through everything, didn't hesitate. In a blind rage, he ordered a guard to take a needle and thread and sew my lips shut.
"She needs to see nothing. Hear nothing. Say nothing," he commanded, his voice devoid of mercy.
He then had me hung upside down in the lobby of my own wellness retreat, a public spectacle for the world to condemn.
As I dangled there, bleeding and broken, I finally understood. My blind love and foolish hope had been my downfall. I had loved the wrong man, and he had utterly destroyed me.
But they made one fatal mistake. They didn't know about the hidden camera I' d planted in the baby's room. And they had no idea that my family could crush his entire empire with a single phone call.
8.8
"I loved you with all my heart, but you betrayed me, cheating with me on her? Really?" Vionne Wallace said bitterly to her husband.
"Sign it! We are getting a divorce, I've come to realize Nora is the one for me. You can't even bore a child, barren woman." He said sharply, his void devoid of emotions
He could tell it all, he was in love with Nora, my own step sister.
Lene Wallace, was a fashion designer and also business administrator, she got married to the love of her life, Harrison Worthington
Just after 3 years of marriage, she couldn't give birth and the marriage started crashing, he cheated on her with Nora.
With a broken heart, she drank to stupor and had a one night stand with a powerful billionaire.
When her father found out, he was in support of Harrison and Nora, while he disowned her, giving everything he had to Nora.
She found out there was more to the one night stand man, when they met again.
He was her father's best friend
The one night stand was not just powerful, he had a connecting relationship with her father and her ex husband, he will get married to her and help her defeat them.
Will they come to fall in love? Or will she go back to her ex husband after this?