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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Chapter 2
Every step is a battle. The forest floor was covered with tree roots and decaying leaves, and Alivia's three hundred-pound body crashed through like an injured rhino. Her lungs were burning, her heart was pounding wildly behind her ribs, and thick, greasy, foul-smelling sweat trickled down her face.
She had to stop. Leaning against a huge oak tree, she gasped for breath, her chest rising and falling. "It's so tragic," she murmured, wiping the dirt from her face with the back of her hand. "Truly tragic."
A sharp buzzing sound interrupted her breathing. A strange insect, with a vibrant green body and fierce stingers, charged towards her face.
Instinct took over. Alivia raised her hand, commanding her bio-control abilities to strike, crushing the insect's nervous system.
A faint green light flashed from her fingertips-then it died out. The energy was too weak, too thin, even to penetrate the air.
The insect approached.
Damn it. Alivia snarled, slapping with her thick arms. She crushed the bug against the tree trunk, leaving a green viscous substance on the bark. She stared at the glowing viscous substance in her hands, a cruel reality surfacing in her mind. Her ability was useless. At most, it was only level one, barely enough to make someone's head ache, let alone fight the dangers of this world.
She must know what this ability can actually do. Picking up a sharp stone, she made a shallow cut on her forearm. Blood gushed out, the bright red contrasting against the muddy skin. She pressed her glowing fingers onto the wound, pushing the energy.
Healing was infuriatingly slow. Cells connected, tissue reconnecting bit by bit. It took a full two minutes for the wound to close, leaving a faint white line. When it was over, Alivia felt dizzy, her stomach spasming with intense hunger, as if she had been punched hard.
The sound of flowing water entered her ears. To a dehydrated body, it was the song of a siren. She pushed through the trees, struggling through the thorns-those thorns tearing at her rough leather skirt-stumbling toward the sound.
The stream was crystal clear, flowing through the forest. Alivia knelt by the bank, scooping up cold water and splashing it on her face. The chill was biting, washing away some of the sticky heat and grime.
She looked down.
The surface calmed down, becoming a mirror. The face she saw in the reflection made her stomach drop sharply.
That wasn't the face she recognized. Swollen, waxy yellow. Pimples swelled her cheeks and forehead, with her features squeezed into the center by thick fat. She opened her mouth in horror, revealing a crooked, yellowed set of teeth, some of which were already black at the roots.
Alivia jerked back and plopped down in the mud. "God," she muttered. She knew she was ugly-the memory told her so-but seeing it firsthand, this raw physiological reality, still felt like a heavy blow.
For a moment, despair choked her. Then she took a deep breath. "Self-pity doesn't burn calories," she said sharply to herself. "Get up."
She struggled back to the water's edge. This time, she didn't avert her gaze. She examined the reflection with the cool, analytical gaze of an agent assessing a target. Obese. Hormonal imbalance. Severe malnutrition masked by excess fat. Poor hygiene. Misaligned teeth.
"Well," her voice was flat, "it's a disaster area. But it's mine."
She stood up, brushing the mud off her buttocks. The first law of survival is health and hygiene. She couldn't fight back, she couldn't run fast, but at least she could wash herself clean. She scanned the shore for privacy. A shallow bend in the river, half-hidden by a pile of rocks and dense vines, was a good spot.
Alivia shuffled forward, her mind racing. She needed to wash herself clean. She needed to survive. Then, she needed to figure out how to fix this mess.
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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?