Rejected Mate's Silent Vow

In the fifth year of my marking bond with Alpha Jrue Garcia of the Shadow Moon Pack, he suddenly expressed his longing to become a father. A month later, I discovered I was pregnant. While organizing the Alpha’s quarters—a responsibility I, as Luna, took seriously—I stumbled upon his secret. Jrue had an unattainable love, a "white moonlight" figure. He planned to give our first child to her, Lilian Perry, who couldn’t have children. Everything was part of Jrue’s scheme. So, I went to the pack healer to arrange an abortion and watched as he continued dreaming about a blissful future. When the Moon Festival arrived—a sacred time for our kind to honor the Moon Goddess—he invited Lilian to join the pack gathering. That was when I tossed the abortion paperwork in front of him, leaving him completely shattered. --- “Please schedule an abortion for me, as soon as possible,” I said to the pack healer, my voice steady despite the storm raging inside me.

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Early in the morning, I arrived at the hospital to check in for my stay. Having the pack healers nearby meant I had someone to look after me; at home, I could only rely on myself.

As I made my way upstairs to my room, I ran into two familiar faces—Alpha Jrue and Lilian. Jrue was wearing a tailored black shirt, the one I had given him not long ago. His face was etched with concern as he carefully supported Lilian in his arms.

We crossed paths on the stairs. Jrue's eyes widened with surprise when he saw me, and he instinctively turned to Lilian.

"Must be pack business," he said, his alpha tone sharp and dismissive. "You should head to your room first. I'll come by once I handle this."

With that, he grabbed my wrist and led me towards the stairway, not even giving me a moment to regain my balance before he brusquely pushed me aside.

"I'm just here with her for a check-up, and you tracked us to the hospital?" he said with a sneer. "How did you know we were here? Been stalking my pack members again? Can't bear to be without me, can you?"

His words cut deep. I forced a smile, steadying myself against the railing. "I'm just feeling unwell and came for a check-up. Running into you both is purely coincidental; you're overthinking it."

At my explanation, Jrue laughed coldly. "Come on, you couldn't have come up with a more convenient excuse. I've seen your medical reports; you're perfectly fine. Why play the fragile act in front of me, Luna? Why all the theatrics? Wouldn’t it be more sensible to stay home and rest than trail me?"

I opened my mouth to defend myself when a pack healer, Lakelyn, hurried over. "Your mate fainted, Alpha. You need to come quickly."

I realized that when she said "mate," she must have meant Lilian. Jrue didn’t correct her. Anxiety creased his face as he shot me a look, shaking off my hand to leave.

"Are you happy now? I've had enough of you, Luna. Go home. I'll return once I'm done. Stop bothering Lilian; she's unwell."

With that, he hurried after Lakelyn. I watched him go, rubbing my wrist, which was red from his grip. "You won't have to endure this anymore," I whispered to myself, the bond between us flickering weakly in my chest, a painful reminder of what once was.

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The Grand Hall of the Dark Moon Pack smelled of pine, roasted meat, and the heavy, electric scent of anticipation. Hundreds of eyes watched me as I walked toward the dais, the silk of my white ceremonial gown whispering against the stone floor. This was it. The moment I had prepared for since I was a child. The moment I would finally become Luna. At the end of the aisle stood Jonas. My Alpha. My mate. He looked devastatingly handsome in his formal black suit, his dark hair swept back, revealing the strong line of his jaw. But it was his eyes that held me captive—golden and burning with the same fierce love that thumped a chaotic rhythm against my ribs.

Fantasy Romance Werewolf

9.7

Reborn Heiress: Taming The Ruthless Tycoon

9.7

Gemma expected the tearing agony of the bullet wound that had just ended her life. Instead, her trembling fingers met the cool, smooth friction of heavy silk. She stared into the mirror. Her face was flawless, completely devoid of the jagged scar that had marred her cheek for the last five years. It was exactly ten years ago. The day of her engagement party to the ruthless billionaire, Brion Hubbard. In her past life, her "best friend" Katelyn convinced her to run away with a scheming scumbag. Katelyn claimed Brion was a heartless tyrant who would ruin her. Gemma had foolishly believed those fake tears. That choice led to her family's bankruptcy, her brutal disfigurement, and ultimately, a fatal bomb explosion. The only person who tried to save her was Brion, his blood-soaked body shielding hers from the blast. She even realized too late that the strawberry cream cakes she always made for him were full of dairy. He wasn't leaving to cheat on her. He was locking himself in a medical bay, fighting fatal allergic shock, just to accept a tiny scrap of her affection. Gemma had been so incredibly blind. Why did she trust the venomous snakes who destroyed her, while hating the man who died for her? Hearing Katelyn frantically knocking on the dressing room door, urging her to run away again, a towering hatred surged through Gemma's veins. This time, she wasn't going to run. She was going to expose the traitors, take back her family's wealth, and claim the tyrant for herself.

Action Billionaire Fantasy

8.0

Reborn with 10 Billion to Conquer the Apocalypse

8.0

She has thirty days. Ten billion dollars. And a quantum space that can swallow anything. Kinsey Elliott died cold, starving, and betrayed—pushed into a frozen abyss by the uncle who stole her fortune. Then she woke up. Back in her penthouse. Back in her perfect body. Back with a silver mark on her wrist that lets her store entire warehouses of supplies in a dimension where time stands still. The world has thirty days until a global ice age freezes everything. Her family has thirty days to try to lock her away, steal her money, and have her killed. And Kinsey? She has thirty days to turn ten billion dollars into an invisible fortress—and burn every last one of them to the ground. She's not surviving the apocalypse. She's building it.

Billionaire Fantasy Sci-Fi

8.0

Rejected by the Alpha, Claimed by the King

8.0

The teacup slipped from my grandmother's trembling hands, shattering against the hardwood floor. The delicate china fragments scattered like snowflakes, but I barely noticed them. My eyes were fixed on her face—pale as moonlight, her lips tinged blue. "Grandma?" My voice cracked as I rushed to her side. "What's wrong?" She tried to answer, but instead of words, a rattling breath escaped her lungs. Her eyes widened in panic as she clutched at her chest. The familiar scent of her lavender perfume mixed with something sharper—fear. "Naomi..." she finally managed, her voice barely audible. "Can't... breathe..." I dropped to my knees beside her chair, my hands hovering helplessly over her frail body.

Fantasy Romance Werewolf

8.4

Rejected by the Alpha, Claimed by the King

8.4

The sound of the boat's engine cut through the morning mist as I stood on the dock, my hands clasped neatly in front of me. Today was supposed to be a celebration—Xavier's Coming-of-Age ceremony—but my stomach twisted with dread. Two years of careful cultivation were at stake, and I couldn't afford any disruptions. I smoothed down my simple white lab coat, a stark contrast to the expensive designer clothes Xavier preferred. The boat docked with a gentle bump against the wooden pier, and I straightened my spine, preparing myself for another day of playing the meek, wolfless healer. "Welcome to Moonflower Island," I said softly as Xavier stepped onto the dock, his tall frame casting a shadow over me. "I've prepared the facilities for your celebration." Xavier didn't even glance my way. His attention was fixed on Makayla, who emerged from the boat's cabin like a vision in a flowing sundress that highlighted her curves. He wrapped his arm possessively around her waist, pulling her close. "Finally," he said, his voice carrying across the water.

Fantasy Romance Werewolf

8.1

Rejected Luna Reclaims Her Pack Throne

8.1

After a year of carefully trying to conceive, I finally discovered I was pregnant. I had planned to surprise my mate, but he arrived at the bistro where we were supposed to celebrate with his “special friend,” the woman who was always in the back of his mind. In the chaos that followed, an oblivious Delta warrior pushed me to the ground. Seeing the bright red blood made my head spin, and, just like that, I lost the pup. When the anesthesia wore off, the first thing I saw was a post by his beloved, showing intimate photos of the two of them. In the pictures, she sat half-naked, nestled in Alpha Henrik Freeman's lap, sharing a passionate kiss. “We planned this toast together, but I didn’t expect you'd go and share it with someone else!” I commented bitterly, “Quite bold, aren’t you? Not worried about the scandal?” With that, I spread the rejection papers all over our pack house. Yesterday marked a full year since Henrik and I started trying to conceive, and I found out I was pregnant. Today, the pup is gone.

Fantasy Romance Werewolf

Rejected Mate's Silent Vow

Chapter 4

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