Rejected by the Alpha, Claimed by the King

My mother, Joanna, is the Luna of the Silver Crescent Pack, the sole heiress of one of London’s most prestigious werewolf families. Recently, she’s been seen with Sylas, a Delta warrior and rising star in the pack’s entertainment sector. Videos of their encounters at luxury hotels have dominated the pack’s gossip circles, trending repeatedly on WolfNet, while my father, Yusuf, could only sulk at home, scowling as he folded laundry. When the Luna finally returned to the packhouse, she tossed a divorce agreement onto the table. Her voice was cold and commanding, the kind that made even the strongest warriors lower their heads. “The five-year arrangement is up. You’re free to leave now.” “Really?” Tears of relief filled Yusuf’s eyes. Overjoyed, he still made sure to pass on his household duties. He instructed Sylas, “Her clothes need this special detergent. It’s all yours from now on.” So, off Yusuf went, leaving with a gleeful bounce in his step.

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The door to the private suite was slightly ajar, and as a group of wolves passed by, I thought I caught a glimpse of my father, Yusuf. Pretending I wanted to play hide and seek with Sylas, I waited for him to close his eyes, then quietly slipped away.

Following the group, I made my way back to the suite where Luna Joanna and the others were gathered. I hid in a corner, watching my father and a few young warriors line up in the center of the room. The agent, with a face full of fawning smiles, was addressing the high-ranking wolves seated on the sofas. "Luna Joanna, Gamma Duncan, esteemed members of the pack, I heard you’re launching a major new production. These are my newly signed talents—they’ve got the looks and the physique. If they get a role, they’re bound to become stars."

He especially highlighted my father: "Especially this one—does he look familiar? Yusuf Ross, who shot to fame five years ago with his debut film 'The Alps.' Unfortunately, he stepped away for a few years, but now he's making a comeback. The talent is still there, give him a chance!"

"Yusuf Ross?" Gamma Duncan pondered for a moment, then slapped his thigh in realization. "Ah, I remember. Back then, he was quite the sensation, trending everywhere in the pack networks, called 'the eternal heartthrob' and 'boy wonder.' But time waits for no one, and now the boy’s turned middle-aged."

The men burst into laughter.

"Come on, that’s not fair," the agent responded awkwardly but still smiled ingratiatingly. "He was just 20 then, and now he’s only 25, the perfect age for a warrior."

"The perfect age? With 18- and 19-year-olds popping up all the time, who cares about those past their prime?" Gamma Duncan turned to Luna Joanna with a flattering smile, "I think Sylas from your agency would be great for the second lead. What do you think?"

Luna Joanna didn’t answer. She just lifted her head and stared coolly at my father. Under such an intense gaze, my father’s face turned beet red, unsure of where to put his hands and feet.

The agent, sensing an opportunity, doubled down on his sales pitch: "Luna Joanna, why not have him stick around tonight, keep you company? Yusuf here is nothing if not obedient and reliable…"

"Enough."

I couldn’t hold back any longer. Jumping out from my hiding spot, I pointed a finger at the agent, "You’re a jerk!" I then pointed to Gamma Duncan and the rest of the wolves on the sofa, "Jerks! You’re all jerks! You can’t push my father around!"

My outburst stunned the room, and everyone looked as if their eyes might pop out. They glanced back and forth between me, my father, and Luna Joanna, taking a while to piece together the connection.

Seeing me, my father’s eyes widened, fury overcoming his fear of Luna Joanna, as he shouted, "Carolina, did you seriously bring our pup to a club?!"

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“These are symptoms of pregnancy.” The doctor said to me. I couldn't believe this. “What?” I asked the doctor again, just to be sure. “You are pregnant, Kayla.” He said again, sounding so confident as he handed the result to me. “You are two months gone and more excitingly, you aren't carrying one child.” He told me. I was confused here. “You are pregnant with triplets.” Without wasting so much time, I rushed home. The news, waiting to be spilled out of my mouth. On reaching however, I could sense a strange presence which I went to check. Upon getting to the kitchen, my stepmom, Giorgia, was cooking for my husband and trying to seduce him. She was here while I was away in the hospital. I went speechless, then furious, not wanting anyone to take my man from me. “Don't tell me you want to make a big deal out of this. It is nothing, she just came to cook for me. Nothing more.” He tried to explain. But few days later, the greatest shock of my life happens– Baron handed over a separation agreement to me. “Our separation. Our union ends today. I would rather be with Giorgia than you. Pack your things and leave tonight. I will give you three million dollars to start a life somewhere else, but as for us, it's over!” But what happens when five years later, Giorgia, my stepmom and his wife, is dead and he calls me back to be his daughter’s nanny?

Billionaire Modern Romance

7.4

Bloody Love

7.4

Vivian Harrison used to be an ordinary nurse at the hospital, but she had the rare Rh-negative blood type. Three years ago, she saved the life of the king of the underworld, Archie Palmer, who had been on the brink of death, with her blood. From that moment on, she had completely fallen for him. However, when Archie awoke, he just coldly handed her a marriage contract. "I never owe anyone a favor." The marriage, in the name of repaying a favor, became a gilded cage that confined Vivian for three years. Archie made Vivian his wife, yet he gave all his tenderness and devotion to a vivacious and innocent woman-Cassie Fuller. He would drive across half the city on a stormy night just to stay with Cassie because she was afraid of the dark. He would spend a fortune at an auction to acquire a piece of priceless jewelry, because Cassie said she liked it. Yet, all he ever offered Vivian was endless indifference and suspicion. When Cassie suffered even the slightest grievance, he would unhesitatingly lay all the blame on Vivian and even torment and punish Vivian in the cruelest ways. "Your blood disgusts me as much as you do, Vivian." Later, when Vivian took a fatal bullet for him and lay bleeding on the ground, he walked coldly past her, holding the frightened Cassie in his arms, without sparing Vivian even a glance. At that moment, Vivian finally understood that this marriage was nothing but a joke from the start. She decided that she would no longer play along with Archie. But when Vivian, her body battered and broken, resolutely left Archie, and Archie, who had always claimed he never loved Vivian, for the first time felt his eyes sting, and frantically searched for her all over the world.

Mafia Modern Romance

9.7

Cripple Billionaire Husband

9.7

"I'll marry you" Lauren Greene said the words in utter desperation. Getting married to a disabled man whom she had never seen until that day was not something she had ever imagined she would do but when her mother had a cardiac arrest and needed an emergency surgery, she didn't care. This was her only choice. Alexander Magnus lost his parents in a hit and run accident which left him disabled at the age of ten. He went abroad to study afterwards, returning after twenty years to take over his father's company. The only person he ever talked to was his childhood friend and saviour, Melissa McCarthy. He cherished and loved her with his whole heart but much to his dismay, she never showed up for their court wedding. There he met Lauren Greene. Lauren Greene who is desperate to get her mother out of her deadly condition. She's ready to stoop low and get married to the disabled Billionaire if it means saving her mother. But what happens when Melissa gets bored and decides to claim back Alex as hers? Will she fight for his love or flee just like she has always done? Will Alex and Lauren ever get to have a happy ending or would her mother's sudden death which ties Alex has a suspect destroy them completely? Or will the new man who happens to be Alex's rival, Tom Devon, the billionaire who has set his eyes on her and vow to claim her, succeed in making her his forever? Find out in this tale of a woman caught up in a love triangle.

Billionaire Modern Romance

9.7

Ex-Wife Rising: The CEO's Regret

9.7

My Chanel suit was ruined, stained with road dirt and torn at the sleeve, while the hospital bodyguards stood like stone walls to keep me away from my husband’s room. Inside that room, Ashely Berger was being treated for "multiple fractures" after allegedly lunging into the path of my car—a car I know she threw herself into on purpose. The press swarmed me, flashing cameras in my face and hurling accusations of attempted murder, while my husband, Corbin, marched past me without a single glance, his eyes filled with nothing but cold, lethal disgust. He didn't ask if I was hurt; he didn't care about the truth. He only cared about the woman behind the door, whispering gentle promises to her while treating me like a piece of filth that had somehow contaminated his life. I stood there, hollowed out, as he demanded a divorce and threatened to strip me of everything, branding me a monster in front of the entire world to protect his precious reputation and his mistress. The injustice burned, but as he turned his back on me to comfort her, I realized the game had changed. I wasn't going to let him ruin me for a crime I didn't commit, and I certainly wouldn't let her steal my life without a fight. I walked into the room, locked the door, and looked at the woman playing the victim. She wanted to play the role of the tragic, broken angel? Fine. I was ready to show her exactly how a real Mcgowan fights back.

Billionaire Modern Romance

9.5

Husband's Affair and Divorce

9.5

When my husband won the gold trophy at the painting competition, I rushed into the studio with the pregnancy report I'd hidden for days. But what I saw was my husband entangled on the floor with his young female apprentice. She was unclothed, her pale skin speckled with various colors of paint. And there was my husband, Bridger Reed, pinning her down, using his paint-covered hands to meticulously "create art." Bridger insisted they were in the midst of artistic expression. I laughed inwardly. A mediocrity I'd propped up, daring to speak of artistic creation. Bridger pulled on his pants, irritation etched across his face. "Next time, remember to knock before you come in," he snapped. The apprentice, Amiri Dixon, seemed flustered—so flustered, in fact, that even after all the time I'd been standing there, she hadn't managed to put on a single piece of clothing. Instead, she picked up a crumpled tissue from the floor and tossed it into the wastebasket.

Billionaire Modern Romance

8.6

My Husband Left Me Bleeding to Comfort His Ex

8.6

The knife slipped. I watched in horror as my index finger separated from the carrot, a thin line of red appearing where the blade had sliced through skin. Then the blood came—bright crimson against the orange vegetable, spreading like a watercolor left in the rain. "Damn it," I whispered, grabbing a dish towel. The blood soaked through immediately, turning the white linen into a canvas of my carelessness. It was our third anniversary. Three years since Dane had proposed in that charming Vermont Airbnb, three years since I'd said yes to a man who looked at me like I was his salvation. Three years of trying to be worthy of him. I pressed the towel harder against my finger, but the blood kept coming. The pain was sharp now, radiating up my arm.

Modern Romance

Rejected by the Alpha, Claimed by the King

Chapter 3

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