Rejected Mate's Silent Vow

I am the Lycan Prince’s Gamma, tasked with protecting him and serving as his Luna’s personal attendant. Tonight, as the Prince and his Luna indulge in their private moments, I stand guard outside, my senses alert. The scent of their bond lingers in the air, a mix of vanilla and rosemary—his dominance, her sweetness. I can feel the faint hum of their connection, even through the thick wooden door. The Luna is fierce tonight, her aura sharp and commanding. I can sense her taking the lead, her presence overwhelming even the Prince’s natural dominance. I smile faintly to myself, relieved. The day the Prince becomes a father is the day I’ll finally be free to leave this pack. --- I joined the royal pack when I was just fourteen, a young wolf orphaned by a rogue attack. The Lycan King, Preston Williamson, took me in, giving me a place among his warriors.

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The Luna is fierce tonight, her aura sharp and commanding. I can sense her taking the lead, her presence overwhelming even the Prince’s natural dominance. I smile faintly to myself, relieved. The day the Prince becomes a father is the day I’ll finally be free to leave this pack.

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I joined the royal pack when I was just fourteen, a young wolf orphaned by a rogue attack. The Lycan King, Preston Williamson, took me in, giving me a place among his warriors. Now, nine years later, I’ve spent nearly a decade serving the Prince, Kyson Williamson.

In the first three years, I told the Prince I wanted to leave the pack, to find my mate and start a new life. He gave me a vague nod of approval, but my chosen mate, a Delta from a neighboring pack, suddenly broke our bond. I couldn’t help but suspect the Prince’s involvement. When I confronted him, he looked at me with those cold, piercing eyes and said, “I would never stoop to such petty interference.”

The next three years, I threw myself into my duties, serving the Prince with unwavering loyalty. Perhaps out of pity, he told me, “When I become the Lycan King, I’ll let you go.” I felt a chill run down my spine. The Prince was cunning, his words always laced with hidden meaning. I didn’t trust him.

The last three years, the Prince found his Luna, Eloise Dean, and their bond was celebrated across the pack. When I brought up leaving again, he feigned ignorance. “Lorelei, you were promised to someone?” he asked, his tone dismissive. My heart sank, and I clenched my fists. How many years of my life would he waste? I could feel my wolf stir within me, restless and frustrated.

Determined to take matters into my own hands, I sought an audience with the Lycan King. He was wise, his presence commanding yet kind. He stroked his beard thoughtfully and said, “I long to see the pack’s future secured with an heir.” I understood. The day the Prince becomes a father is the day I’ll finally be free.

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I stood frozen among the pack members, the monthly meeting's usual chatter falling into stunned silence. My heart hammered against my ribs as I watched my mate—my Alpha, my husband of eight years—betray our son with nothing more than a casual announcement. "As Alpha of the Silvermoon Pack," Ryan declared, his voice carrying that authoritative timbre that once made me weak at the knees, "I've decided that Connor Collins will take the open position in the elite Alpha training program." The pack hall erupted in hushed whispers. Everyone knew that position belonged to Jake—our son, the pack heir, who had trained tirelessly for months to earn his place. I felt the stares, some pitying, some curious, all wondering what the Luna would do now that her mate had publicly chosen another wolf's child over his own. Inside me, Selene howled in outrage. *He's doing it again. He's choosing her over us. Over our pup.* My wolf had seen this coming long before I allowed myself to acknowledge it. The way Ryan leaned toward Vanessa during pack meetings.

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8.3

Betrayed By My Alpha Mate

8.3

The night I was crowned the Luna of the Silver Moon Pack, I was dragged into a secluded forest clearing, attacked, and scarred. Acid was thrown on my face, leaving permanent marks that would forever remind me of my disgrace. The footage of the assault spread across the packs, and I became a pariah, stripped of my rank and burdened with debts I couldn’t hope to repay. Caleb Medina, my mate and Alpha of the Crimson Fang Pack, swore he would never abandon me. He promised to stand by my side, even as I worked tirelessly to repay the debts he claimed he couldn’t cover. I took on every task I could, from patrolling the borders to training the young warriors, desperate to prove my worth. Six months later, while patrolling the outskirts of our territory, I stumbled upon a conversation that shattered my world. Caleb’s voice, cold and calculating, carried through the trees as he spoke to one of his Betas. “Caleb, Maia’s been your mate for six years. You orchestrated her attack to benefit Indy Morrison, and you allowed her to be scarred.

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9.3

Framed By Family, Reborn By Love

9.3

My family framed me for corporate espionage, and my uncle told me I was dead to them. So I obliged. I faked my own death and built a new life as Elia Parker, a successful architect married to a tech mogul. But after five years, my past refused to stay buried. My cousin found me at my own grave and dragged me to a public event, parading me around like a ghost. My uncle, who left me to rot in a hospital, feigned shock. My aunt shrieked that I was a monster for faking my death. Then she lunged, her nails raking across my cheek and drawing blood. "You ungrateful bitch!" she screamed. As I stood there bleeding, my so-called family just watched, not one of them moving to help. It was the same cold indifference that had destroyed me five years ago. Just as I was about to break, a voice cut through the chaos, quiet but radiating power. "Is everything alright here, Elia?" It was my husband, Javier Bates. And the look on his face told me their world was about to burn.

Fantasy Modern Romance

8.4

Grandmother Lived as Granddaughter

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Engineering professor Eleanor, trades fury with graffiti-artist granddaughter Luna during a birthday dinner; lightning strikes as they wish to swap lives. Eleanor wakes in Luna’s 19-year-old body and stumbles through tight jeans, iPhone chaos and a sculpture class where the professor tears up Luna’s tree sketch. Refusing to let the art die, Eleanor meticulously reconstructs the pieces, discovering Luna’s work is exact, emotional engineering—and the first thing she’s ever been proud to save.

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Lost Mates Books 1-3

7.3

Book 1 ROMAN - Roman has everything an alpha werewolf could want- everything except his mate. He knows who she is, he just doesn't know where she is. When a chance encounter, fifteen years later, brings Aurora Jones back into his life, there's only one problem. she doesn't recognise him. Vowing to make her his mate is easy, he just needs to make her fall in love with him again. Keeping her safe though? That might be a challenge Book 2- REAPER Reaper lost his mate the moment his second died, but he never forgot her. How could he when he was tied to her without ever having laid a finger on her? The rose inked onto his skin was a constant reminder of his mate and what he had lost. Until single mum Bethany came crashing into his life. One accidental meeting and Reaper gets the second chance he has always dreamed of. But can he make it work this time? Or will the mistakes of the past come back to haunt him? Book 3 REQUIEM Requiems mate was dead. So why does the young hacker Mae, who betrayed them all make his Dragon go crazy with the need to claim her. Why does she smell and sound so much like his lost love? Mae might be the only person who can help them find out who is trying to kill them but Requiem might have to risk so much more than his life to get the answers he needs. He might have to risk his already broken Heart.

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7.2

Reborn As The Alphas' Hated Mate

7.2

I woke up in a lavish bedroom, only to find a man built like a god of war chained to my wall, glaring at me with pure, unadulterated hatred. A glowing apparition appeared and told me I had died in a car crash and transmigrated into the body of Elara, a tyrant Luna. Worse, the chained man was Ryker, one of my six fated mates whom the original Elara had brutally tortured. Because of her sadistic crimes-starving them, exiling them, and sending two of them on a suicide mission-my affinity with them was at negative five hundred. The apparition delivered my terrifying death sentence. "In three days, at the Marking Ceremony, you will be killed by your six mates." No matter what I did-freeing Ryker, sharing my food, or lifting their brother's exile-they viewed every act of kindness as a sick, twisted trap. They were just waiting for the punchline to my cruel joke, ready to expose me and end my life. I was just a librarian who organized book clubs and paid my taxes. Why did the Goddess throw me into this doomed vessel to pay for a psychopath's blood debts? How was I supposed to survive when the men destined to love me were actively plotting to rip my throat out? Cornered by their righteous fury, I realized playing defense wouldn't work. I grabbed a dagger, sliced my own palm over the ceremonial stone, and swore a blood oath to bring their missing brothers home-or initiate a soul-shattering Rejection Ceremony myself.

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