Rejected by the Prince, Chosen by the Lycan King
I was a modern surgical prodigy who died in an accident, only to wake up in the battered body of a despised, wolfless Omega.
My father, the Alpha, forced me to be a substitute bride for a notoriously cruel, crippled Prince, just so his favorite daughter could be with the Alpha Heir.
To save myself, I publicly refused the marriage, revealing I was completely barren from years of abuse.
The furious Luna Queen didn't kill me directly. Instead, she humiliated me by gifting me—a barren, useless Omega—to her worst enemy, the terrifying Lycan King.
Then, she forced a lethal bowl of Wolfsbane down my throat to permanently destroy my womb and made me crawl out of the palace on my bleeding knees.
My Pack abandoned me to freeze to death outside their iron gates.
"Keep it locked. Let the wolfless trash freeze to death out here," my sister sneered from the warmth of the estate.
I dragged my broken body over the walls, only to find my blind mother beaten half to death just for begging for my life.
I learned my father planned to announce my sudden "illness" in two days to tie up loose ends and protect my sister's reputation.
But they didn't know the crippled Prince's condition was unstable, and his inner wolf would seize again.
And they certainly didn't know that my custom titanium surgical needles had crossed over with my soul.
I gripped the cold metal in my pocket, wiping the blood from my chin.
I will use the Prince's life to force the Royal Pack to become my absolute shield, and dissect my abusers piece by piece.
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Chapter 3
Juliet POV
The crisp morning air was suffocating, thick with the tension of gathered wolves. Outside the grand gates of the Palmer Packhouse, a fleet of black bulletproof SUVs idled, their engines a low, menacing hum. The Royal Pack escorts stood like statues, radiating lethal discipline.
Beside the lead vehicle sat Prince Bryce in his wheelchair. His face was deathly pale, his eyes swirling with a gloomy, bitter darkness that dared anyone to pity him.
"Get in the car, Juliet," a burly Warrior growled, grabbing my bruised arm to shove me forward.
I dug my heels into the gravel, my blood running cold with absolute resolve. "No."
Alpha Harold stepped out from the crowd, his eyes flashing with a dangerous warning. "I, Alpha Harold, command you to get in that transport," he boomed, unleashing the full, crushing weight of his Alpha's Command.
The heavy pressure rolled over the crowd, forcing weaker wolves to lower their heads. But as the command hit me, a strange, icy resilience flared deep within my veins. The invisible weight shattered against my mind. I stood tall, completely unaffected.
Harold’s eyes widened in sheer disbelief.
I turned my gaze directly to the crippled prince. "Prince Bryce!" I shouted, projecting my voice so every Pack member present could hear. "I will not marry you. My father and Alpha Heir Braydon are playing you for a fool. They forged a death warrant against my mother to force me—a 'wolfless' Omega—to take the place of his precious daughter, Charlize. All so she can marry Braydon and become the future Luna Queen!"
A collective gasp ripped through the courtyard. Bryce’s head snapped toward Braydon, his dark eyes igniting with sudden, lethal fury.
"Shut your mouth, you lying bitch!" Braydon roared.
His golden Inner Wolf aura exploded outward. Before I could even brace myself, he lunged. His heavy leather boot slammed into my ribs with the force of a freight train. I flew backward, crashing hard onto the unforgiving gravel. The metallic taste of fresh blood flooded my mouth.
Harold immediately seized the chaos. He projected his gray wolf aura, trying to blanket the murmuring crowd in his authority. "Do not listen to this insane girl!" he shouted, feigning the heartbreak of a betrayed father. "Her mother, Estelle, is a greedy, arrogant woman who plotted to have Juliet seduce the Alpha Heir! This is nothing but a pathetic, jealous tantrum!"
Some of the Pack members began to sneer at me, easily swayed by their Alpha's scent.
I spat a mouthful of blood onto the stones and slowly pushed myself up. My ribs screamed in agony, but my hands were steady as I reached into my pocket. I pulled out the heavy parchment sealed with Harold’s wax crest.
"Then explain this," I rasped, tossing it directly at Bryce’s feet.
Bryce snatched the decree from the ground. His eyes rapidly scanned the forged charges of my mother mating with a Rogue. His knuckles turned white, the paper crinkling under his furious grip. With a roar of pure disgust, he hurled the crumpled parchment directly into Harold’s face.
"You dare humiliate me with this trash?" Bryce snarled, his voice dripping with venom. "You think I’m a crippled fool you can just toss your garbage to, Harold? I will not accept this insult. Luna Queen Augusta will hear of this treachery." He shot a deadly glare at his brother. "And Braydon, I will remember this."
As the Royal escorts tensed, a strange sensation prickled the back of my neck. It wasn't the suffocating pressure of an Alpha. It was something far more terrifying. A faint, intoxicating scent drifted through the chaos—violent thunderstorms and dark cedar.
My newly awakening senses—sharper than any normal wolf's—pulled my attention upward. High above, on the secluded balcony of the Packhouse's side wing, stood a man cloaked in shadows. Lycan King Ezekiel Scott.
Even from this distance, his abyssal black eyes were locked onto me.
*“Should we intervene, My King? Prince Bryce is humiliated,”* a Warrior beside him whispered.
Through the ringing in my ears, my enhanced hearing caught Ezekiel’s cold, rumbling reply. *“No. Let's watch the show.”*
His gaze bore into me, stripping away my defenses. I saw a flicker of dark amusement in his eyes, a silent acknowledgment of my defiance against the Alpha's Command. But his next whispered words chilled me to the bone.
*“She has spine. But in the face of absolute power, stubborn weaklings always die the worst deaths.”*
He was right. I had won this battle, but as Bryce spun his wheelchair around and barked orders for his men to leave, I knew the real slaughter was about to begin.
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7.5
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When Ivy was attacked, silver-eyed Silas Blackwood saved her. He is the powerful Lycan King, above all Alphas.
Ivy's wolf awakened and recognized Silas as her real fated mate.
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8.0
Scarlett Hayes thought marrying James Whitmore would finally make her family see her as more than a burden.
Instead, it destroyed her life.
Framed for crimes she didn't commit, betrayed by the people she trusted most, and sentenced to prison while pregnant, Scarlett lost everything in a single night.
Then came the cruelest blow of all.
After giving birth in chains, she was told her baby had died.
The people responsible believed she would spend the rest of her life rotting behind bars.
They were wrong.
Five years later, Scarlett returns.
No longer the discarded daughter of the Hayes family. No longer the broken woman they left behind.
Now she is Commander Scarlett Hayes-a decorated war hero, the unseen force behind a global intelligence empire, and a woman powerful enough to make governments tremble.
She comes back for one reason only: revenge.
Her ex-husband, the stepsister who stole her life, and the family who buried her alive are about to learn exactly what happens when a woman with nothing left to lose takes back everything they stole.
But as Scarlett tears through the secrets of her past, one truth threatens to change everything-
the child she mourned for years may not be dead.
And the mysterious man connected to the night that changed her life has been watching from the shadows all along.
7.2
SYNOPSIS:
"I spent ten years scrubbing your floors, Greene. Tonight, you'll scrub mine."
Elara Vance has always been the pride the Republic until she ran away from home, fell in love with Greene Jones, a man who treated her like dirt and discarded her like she was never the girl the entire Republic feared because of her strong dominating pheromones.
Now she's back after twelve years to serve revenge to Greene Jones like a hot dish in a way that he will pay for every act meted out on her for twelve years. But things wasn't going to go as planned as she meets Silas, the handsome bulky head of her father's security but a recessive omega of her past that she has totally forgotten but now wears a new stance as her bodyguard, recognized by the entire republic as an Alpha, and her perfect chosen mate, Calvin; ruining the comeback and revenge she planned out for herself and now she has to think about saving and claiming her mate, Silas while navigating and protecting the seat meant for her.
The real question becomes; will Calvin ever allow her take all it took him twelve years to build?
THEME: The true definition of power. Is it found in the biological dominance of an Alpha, or in the resilience of an Omega who survived in the lion's den?
8.4
My mate, Alpha Santino, brought another woman into our home. She was a pregnant Omega, the widow of his fallen Beta, and he swore to protect her above all others.
He gave her my seat of honor, left our bed cold each night to soothe her feigned nightmares, and ignored me completely. I was the Luna of the Blackstone Pack, but I was becoming a ghost in my own life.
The final betrayal happened in my own bedroom. She stood over my vanity and deliberately shattered my mother's sacred moonstone necklace, the last piece of my family I had left.
When Santino burst in, he didn't see my heartbreak. He saw only her fake tears.
"What did you do to her?!" he roared, his voice laced with the Alpha's Command, a sacred power he used to crush my will.
Then, for her, he did the unforgivable. He raised his hand and struck me, his mate.
In that instant, the love I had desperately clung to turned to ice. The man I had sworn my life to had not only betrayed me but had defiled the sacred bond the Goddess herself had blessed.
As the pain of his betrayal ripped through me, something ancient and powerful awakened in my blood. I rose to my feet and spoke the words that would destroy his world and begin mine.
"I, Alessia Bianchi, reject you, Santino Moretti, as my mate."
9.0
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On a stormy night, I lost our child, while he blamed me for ruining the mood at his beloved's banquet. When I asked to sever our bond, he dismissed me and had me locked away, convinced I would never give up my place as Luna.
What he never realized was that I only had months left to live. I forced the bond apart and vanished without a trace.
Only later did he learn the truth, searching every pack in madness for a love I had already buried. "Selena, come back! I'll give you my life."
In the embrace of another Alpha, I smiled. "My love for you has perished with my wolf long ago."