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 7
Juliet POV
Bryce's wheelchair tipped, and he hit the freezing marble floor with a sickening thud. His body violently convulsed, a guttural, agonizing sound tearing from his throat as his half-dead Inner Wolf turned on him.
I didn't think. My past life's trauma surgeon instincts completely overrode the liquid fire of the Silver still burning in my back. I lunged forward, shoving my already bloodied fingers directly into Bryce's mouth, prying his jaw open.
He clamped down hard. The bone-crushing pressure sent a fresh wave of agony up my arm, blood welling around his teeth, but I held firm, keeping him from biting off his own tongue.
"Bryce!" Augusta shrieked, abandoning all her Luna Queen composure. She dropped to her knees, her hands grabbing his violently thrashing legs, trying to use her high-ranking strength to pin them straight.
"Stop!" I barked, my voice echoing with absolute, unquestionable authority. "Let him thrash! If you force his legs straight while his muscles are spasming, you'll snap his femurs!"
Augusta froze, her eyes wide with shock at being commanded by a wolfless Omega. Before she could retaliate, the heavy doors burst open. Jobe, the head Pack Doctor, rushed in with his medical kit. Within moments, he administered a heavy sedative. Bryce's spasms slowed, and the royal guards quickly carried his limp body into the adjoining Inner Chamber.
I stayed on my knees, pulling my mangled fingers to my chest. The grand Audience Chamber fell into a suffocating silence.
"Where does a wolfless Omega learn to handle a frenzied Inner Wolf?"
The low, rumbling voice vibrated through the marble floor. Ezekiel leaned forward, the shadows retreating from his chiseled, battle-hardened face. His intoxicating scent—violent thunderstorms and dark cedar—washed over me. Deep inside, my dormant White Wolf trembled, an instinctual reaction to an apex predator.
I lowered my head, carefully masking my eyes. "When you are beaten as often as I am, Your Majesty, you learn basic first aid just to survive."
Ezekiel didn't say a word. He just stared at me. His abyssal black eyes seemed to strip away my flesh, dissecting my lies. He knew I was hiding something, and the dark amusement in his gaze meant he found his new prey fascinating.
Augusta paced back to her throne, her chest heaving. "Jobe," she commanded as the doctor stepped out of the Inner Chamber. "Verify her claim. Now."
Jobe approached me, his face tight with disdain. He grabbed my wrist, his Pack Doctor senses flaring as he checked my pulse. I didn't flinch, calmly detailing how the Silver toxicity had ravaged my internal organs and stopped my cycles years ago.
Jobe released my wrist and turned to the Queen. His expression was grim. "It is true, Your Majesty. The Silver has completely destroyed her womb. She is barren. She will never bear a strong pup."
Augusta's eyes darkened, but the lethal killing intent was no longer aimed at me. It was aimed squarely at the Palmer Pack. Harold had tried to trick the royals with a defective vessel.
Jobe picked up his kit, turning back toward the Inner Chamber.
I had to make my move. Surviving wasn't enough; I needed to become indispensable to this Pack if I wanted their protection.
"Wait," I called out. Jobe paused, glaring over his shoulder. "His Inner Wolf's frenzy will relapse. If you use gold needles to puncture and bleed the specific acupoints on his ear, it will soothe the nerve pathways and calm the beast."
Jobe's face turned a mottled purple. The sheer insult of a wolfless Omega instructing the head of the Royal Hospital was too much for his pride. "You dare instruct me?" he snarled, his aura flaring. "You ignorant, wolfless trash! You want to stab a Royal Prince with metal?"
I instantly dropped my operative facade. I shrank back, my shoulders trembling, and let a perfect sheen of terrified tears fill my eyes. "I-I'm sorry," I stuttered, my voice breaking flawlessly. "I just read it in an old book... I didn't want the Prince to be in pain anymore."
My pathetic display worked perfectly. Augusta's desperate maternal instincts flared. She snapped her gaze to Jobe. "Is it possible? Answer me, Jobe!"
Jobe’s face contorted, his Pack Doctor aura flaring with the bitter scent of antiseptic herbs. "Your Majesty, this is absolute madness," he spat, glaring at me as if I were a diseased rat. "She is a wolfless Omega who cannot even sense an Inner Wolf! Puncturing the Prince’s flesh with unidentified metal could sever his wolf’s remaining ties to his body. It will kill him!"
Augusta’s eyes darted between us, her expression conflicted before her maternal paranoia won. "Enough. The risk is too great." She turned her venomous gaze back to me, clearly needing an immediate target for her frustration and fear. "You," she snapped. "You will not touch my son with your peasant superstitions. Your very presence is a curse upon this palace." Her Luna aura crushed down on me again, heavier with her renewed hatred.
I kept my head bowed, playing the frightened victim perfectly.
The prince's condition would worsen, and when it did, my knowledge would be the only currency that could buy my life. From the corner of my eye, I caught movement in the shadows. Ezekiel was watching me. And on his lips was a dark, knowing smirk.
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8.0
On the night of their third wedding anniversary, Ashley was ready to reveal a secret to her husband-
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His fated mate had returned.
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The boy she had once rejected had now risen as the most formidable Alpha King. The possessive hunger in his gaze sent shivers through her-did she dare face him? Was this vengeance, or something more? But did she even have a choice?
7.5
Ivy is the last heir of the fallen Highmoor Pack. At sixteen, she entered Silvercrest Pack by a blood contract and became the partner of Alpha heir Julian. For three years, she was loyal and silent, but never loved.
In a crisis, Julian abandoned her and chose Selena. Heartbroken, Ivy insisted on ending the contract. She refused Julian's gifts and threats, determined to regain freedom.
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.
Escaping Julian's control, Ivy broke free from her painful past. Protected by the Lycan King, she regained dignity and strength.
The abandoned Luna finally rises, embracing her true destiny and love.
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
To save him, I sacrificed my wolf, endured the agony of silver poison, and spent three years trapped in a hollow marriage, living in quiet hardship.
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."