Rejected by the Alpha for a Fake Heir

Five years ago, a silver bullet meant for Alpha Liam shattered my spine. I took the shot to save him, and in exchange, my inner wolf went silent. I became a ghost in my own pack—the barren Luna. But gratitude has an expiration date. Liam brought Sarah home, claiming she was just a "designated breeder" for the heir I couldn't provide. It was a lie. When Sarah faked a fall, Liam didn't defend me. To appease the Elders, he ordered me to be whipped with silver lashes. He watched from the balcony as I bled. Later, on the day he marked her, he drained my rare blood to save her from a "miscarriage," then handed me a one-way ticket to Paris. "It's for your safety," he said, exiling me to make room for his new family. I looked at the man I sacrificed everything for. He didn't see a wife; he saw a resource to be used and discarded. He thought he could break me and send me away quietly. So, I gave him exactly what he wanted: a dead Luna. I didn't board the plane to Paris. Instead, I let him watch the news report that Flight 815 had crashed into the Atlantic with no survivors. While he went mad with grief, realizing Sarah was a fraud, I was in the North, unlocking the White Wolf he thought was gone forever. When we met again, I wasn't his broken wife. I was holding another Alpha's hand. "Liam Vance," I smiled, my eyes glowing white. "I reject you."

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Chapter 3

Eleanor POV:

I made it to a motel on the outskirts. The room smelled of stale smoke and bad decisions.

*Eleanor.*

Liam’s voice invaded my mind. He was forcing the link open.

*Where are you? Sarah needs the herbal soup. The one you make.*

I laughed, a dry, cracking sound. *I am not your servant, Liam.*

*The Warriors are tracking you. Don't make them drag you back.*

Ten minutes later, the door was kicked in.

Two warriors—men I had grown up with—grabbed me. They weren't gentle.

They hauled me back to the estate. Not to the kitchen. To the tribunal.

Sarah sat in a wheelchair, her leg bandaged. The Elders sat in a semi-circle, looking like vultures waiting for a meal.

"Eleanor Vance," Elder Thomas intoned. "You are accused of attempted murder."

"What?" I blinked, disoriented.

"Sarah fell down the stairs," Liam said, his voice tight. He wouldn't look at me. "She says you pushed her."

"I wasn't even here!"

"We found your scent," Thomas said. "And Sarah saw you."

"She's lying!" I screamed.

"The punishment is death," Thomas declared.

"No," Liam interjected quickly. "No death."

"She harmed the heir, Alpha," Thomas countered. "Blood for blood."

"I said no!" Liam roared, his aura flaring. "She is still my mate. But... discipline is required."

"The Whip," his father suggested coldly.

Liam paled. He looked at me, then at the Elders. He was outnumbered. If he refused, they would demand a vote of no confidence. They would kill me.

"Fine," Liam whispered. "Five lashes. No more."

"Liam," I begged. "Don't."

He closed his eyes. "Proceed."

They dragged me to the courtyard. They stripped my shirt, exposing the scars from the bullet I took for him.

*Crack.*

The silver-tipped lash bit into my skin. It wasn't just pain; it was poison.

*Crack.*

I bit my lip until copper filled my mouth.

I looked up. Liam stood on the balcony. He was gripping the railing so hard the stone was crumbling. He was watching, but he wasn't stopping it.

*Crack.*

Darkness took me.

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I single-handedly saved my family's corporate empire from a hostile takeover, securing our market share for the next decade. But my grandfather didn't see me as a hero. He saw me as a flawed piece of inventory. To calm the board and fix the reputation I supposedly ruined, he forced me into an arranged marriage, auctioning me off to the highest bidder. Desperate, I turned to my childhood friend, Egnacio, the only person who ever promised to protect me. But instead of saving me, he publicly humiliated me. He used my desperation as a networking opportunity, pitching my arranged marriage as a business deal to a ruthless private equity king named Dexter Mathews. Later that night, I caught Egnacio holding my cruel cousin in his arms. "What man wants to be with a woman who looks at you like she's planning a hostile takeover?" Hearing him mock my pain shattered the last bit of hope I had. I realized I was never family to them. I was just a sharp knife, used to cut down their enemies and then traded for cash before I got dull. The heartbreak vanished, replaced by a cold, violent rage. I didn't break, and I didn't run. Instead, I got into the back of Dexter Mathews's car. He had watched my family tear me apart, but he didn't see a broken pawn. He saw a queen. And together, we were going to burn their entire empire to the ground.

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8.8

Beyond Betrayal: A Billionaire's Fall

8.8

I was an artist who gave up my career for my tech CEO husband, Jakob. Pregnant with our child, I believed our life was a perfect dream built on his genius. That dream shattered when I discovered his genius was a lie, built on stolen code. Then I overheard his real plan: to drug me, publicly ruin me, and auction off my body after murdering our unborn child. At our anniversary gala, he forced drugged champagne into my hand. I watched him destroy my art-my last dream-before I collapsed, losing our baby on the cold museum floor. They left me for dead, having taken everything-my love, my art, my dignity, and my child. After I survived, I walked into the interrogation room where he was being held. I showed him a fabricated DNA report proving the baby was his, alongside a real document proving he'd had a secret vasectomy. He broke down, believing he'd murdered the son he never knew he could have. "I'll do anything," he sobbed. "Then sign these," I said calmly, pushing the divorce papers and a full transfer of his billion-dollar empire across the table.

Billionaire Modern Romance

9.0

Choosing The Groom in Shadows

9.0

Abandoned at the altar for the seventh time by Marco Grimaldi, his fiancée refuses to endure another humiliation. While the Grimaldi patriarch offers lucrative territory and dock profits to keep the alliance alive, Marco openly scoffs at her worth. Instead of accepting the payoff, she rejects her fleeing fiancé entirely. Pointing to a silent, ignored figure draped in the room's shadows, she demands her original right: her husband will be the next Don.

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8.1

Exposing Husband's Deceit

8.1

For three years, I lived as a devoted wife, unaware my marriage was a lie. When I discovered my husband’s secret lover and his elaborate deception, my world collapsed. He viewed me as a mere tool for his social standing, but I refuse to be a victim any longer. Now, I am determined to expose his true nature and reclaim my dignity. This is no longer about love; it is about justice as I strip away his mask and burn his perfect life to the ground.

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9.1

Husband Proposes to Mistress

9.1

On her third wedding anniversary, Elena anticipates a romantic celebration, only to witness her husband, Marcus, proposing to another woman. The betrayal shatters her world, revealing that her entire marriage was a facade built on deception. As the powerful billionaire prepares to cast her aside for his mistress, Elena must navigate the painful fallout. Caught between heartbreak and the cold reality of his cruelty, she struggles to reclaim her life.

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8.4

My Husband Threatened My Dying Grandmother to Protect His Mistress

8.4

Faced with a devastating diagnosis, the protagonist finds herself trapped in a marriage where her billionaire husband’s cruelty knows no bounds. To safeguard his mistress, he stoops to the unthinkable, using her dying grandmother as a pawn for leverage. This heartless betrayal forces her to confront the man she once loved, navigating a web of manipulation and emotional agony as she fights for her dignity while her world falls apart.

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