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 3
Alivia stood in the ankle-deep water of the river bend, her fingers tracing the knotted leather cord around her neck. That piece of animal hide smelled like sour milk and old sweat. She couldn't wait to tear it off.
Ding!
A sharp electronic sound exploded in her head, and she flinched, covering her ears with her hands. She crouched down, her eyes scanning the empty river bend, her hand reaching for a sharp stone on the riverbed.
Nothing at all. Only the rustling of leaves and the murmuring of a stream. The sound was in her head.
"Initializing..." announced a voice, smooth and arrogant, with the tone of a Silicon Valley tech geek, "Super Charm System, codenamed Kai, at your service."
Alivia pressed hard on her temples, convinced she was hallucinating. "Great," she muttered, "The toxins have finally fried my brain."
"Don't press it," Kai said with a condescending tone, "I'm not a brain tumor, lady. I'm your only golden finger in this savage world. No thanks."
A translucent blue holographic screen flickered into existence, hovering in front of the retina. Numbers and statistics scrolled past.
Appearance: -50.
Charisma: -100.
Survival probability: 2%.
Alivia stared at the number, her eyes twitching. "Negative one hundred charm value? Are you kidding?"
"Main quest activated," Kai continued, ignoring her question, "Conquer your five designated partners. Collect affection."
Alivia let out a sharp, humorless sneer. "Sorry? Conquer those five bastards? The one I just kneed in the groin and now wants to kill me? I'd rather go gamble in the wilderness."
The harsh alarm screamed in her mind. "Warning. Refusal will lead to system energy depletion, immediate soul erasure. You have no choice."
The threat was real. Alivia could feel the system's cold tendrils wrapping around her consciousness. She hated being backed into a corner. She hated being forced to comply. But she was a survivor.
She stood straight, threw down the rock, switched to negotiation mode. "Fine. I'll do your stupid task. But I need upfront payment. Show some sincerity."
The screen flickered. Kai was silent for a moment, clearly not used to a host who argued back. "Given your current... hygiene condition, which severely affects the visual experience, the system has approved the 'Beginner Cleaning Kit'."
A golden gift box icon appeared on the screen. Alivia clicked it in her mind.
A flash of light, three items appeared in her palm: a lavender soap, a soft-bristled toothbrush, and a fluffy white cotton towel.
Alivia stared at them. The scent of lavender, artificial, chemical, yet utterly sacred, rose from the soap. It was a corner of modern civilization, a lifeline in this stinking hell.
She didn't hesitate. She draped the towel over the rock, dipped the soap into the water, and lathered up a thick foam. The white foam looked particularly beautiful on her dirty skin.
She scrubbed vigorously, the rough soap grinding away layer after layer of dirt. Black water slipped from her body, swirling downstream.
"When you get the advanced whitening cream," Kael chattered in her mind, " Swipe it on, and that waxy skin will--"
"Shut up, Kael." Alivia said sharply, rinsing the soap from her arm.
She picked up the toothbrush. There was no toothpaste, but even brushing with water and crushed mint leaves made her mouth no longer like a sewer. It took half an hour, using nearly half a bar of soap, but finally, the first layer of grime was washed off.
She was still fat. The rash was still there. But the skin had returned to its natural color, and the smell was replaced by the clean scent of lavender.
Alivia wiped her body dry with a towel, the soft cotton clinging to her skin-a luxury. She felt light, human again. She wrapped the damp, barely clean animal hide back around herself and turned to leave the water's edge.
Then, the hairs on the back of her neck stood up. A change in the air. Someone was behind her.
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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?