Rejected Mate's Vengeance

I am Amara Simmons, the first female Alpha of the Simmons Pack, and my sister is Della Stewart. In our previous life, I married into a pack of academics and wasted my life, while she married into the Knight Pack and was beaten to death. Reborn, we exchanged knowing smiles and swapped our mate bonds when choosing our mates. After the marking ceremony, the abusive rogue who once terrorized her now cowered in the corner, pointing at the Omega I had just disciplined and whimpering, “You’ve dealt with him, so you won’t deal with me, right…?” Me: “It’s no trouble to do both.” --- Della and I are both daughters of the Simmons Pack’s Alpha. But she doesn’t seem like a true daughter of our father, who was a rogue-turned-Alpha. Della, on the other hand, is as fragile as a leaf in the wind. No wonder she ended up being beaten to death by her mate in our past life. Though she used to scheme against me, vying for our parents’ favor, she’s still my sister. In our past life, I spent half my life in the Knight Pack, unloved by my mate and disrespected by others, eventually succumbing to a slow-acting poison. When I heard that Della had been beaten to death and her body left hanging until it rotted, a wave of suffocating anger surged through me.

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Chapter 1

I am Amara Simmons, the first female Alpha of the Simmons Pack, and my sister is Della Stewart.

In our previous life, I married into a pack of academics and wasted my life, while she married into the Knight Pack and was beaten to death.

Reborn, we exchanged knowing smiles and swapped our mate bonds when choosing our mates.

After the marking ceremony, the abusive rogue who once terrorized her now cowered in the corner, pointing at the Omega I had just disciplined and whimpering,

“You’ve dealt with him, so you won’t deal with me, right…?”

Me: “It’s no trouble to do both.”

---

Della and I are both daughters of the Simmons Pack’s Alpha.

But she doesn’t seem like a true daughter of our father, who was a rogue-turned-Alpha.

Della, on the other hand, is as fragile as a leaf in the wind.

No wonder she ended up being beaten to death by her mate in our past life.

Though she used to scheme against me, vying for our parents’ favor,

she’s still my sister.

In our past life, I spent half my life in the Knight Pack, unloved by my mate and disrespected by others, eventually succumbing to a slow-acting poison.

When I heard that Della had been beaten to death and her body left hanging until it rotted, a wave of suffocating anger surged through me.

I died on the spot.

When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day Della and I were choosing our mates.

As the matchmaker presented the mate bonds, I felt a wave of déjà vu.

In our past life, Della had chosen the Knight Pack without hesitation.

This time, she hesitated.

I could see her trembling fingers.

A thought struck me—had she been reborn too?

Despite her fear, she still reached for the Knight Pack’s mate bond.

I was stunned. If she knew marrying into the Knight Pack would lead to her death, why, in this new life,

wouldn’t she choose differently?

Then it hit me—she didn’t want me to take her place.

It took me three years of navigating pack politics in the Knight Pack to understand the intricacies of such decisions.

Otherwise, with my straightforward mind, I’d have just thought my sister was being foolish.

I snatched the Knight Pack’s mate bond before she could take it.

Della jolted and immediately turned to look at me. I gave her a knowing smile.

She’s far more perceptive than I am and quickly understood, silently picking up the other mate bond.

In this life, my strength and her cunning will finally serve us well.

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My boyfriend got into Oxford, but he decided to repeat a year of high school instead. I encouraged him to pursue his studies at Oxford. Later, we both went abroad for our master's degrees and came back to start a successful and happy life. But then, after his high school sweetheart was beaten to death by her husband, he ended up killing me. "It's all your fault, Gabrielle, for pushing me to go to Oxford." "If I had stayed back with Adrianna, she would have married me, and she wouldn’t have suffered from the abuse." So, she was his true love all along. When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back at the time right after the college entrance exams. "Gabrielle, I'm thinking about repeating the year." "Go ahead." ============================== Luca was pleased to hear my support. "Adrianna is going to repeat the year too. With my scores, I can request to be in the same class as her. There shouldn't be any issue." I nodded in agreement.

Fantasy Romance Young Adult

9.0

After My Mate Claimed My Step-Sister as Luna

9.0

I hadn't slept in three days. The healing ward smelled like antiseptic and dried blood. Grayson lay on the cot with his eyes closed, his chest rising and falling in a rhythm I had memorized over seventy-two hours of sitting in the same hard chair. The rogue ambush had torn through his patrol unit in the Oregon wilderness — three warriors dead, two more in critical condition, and my mate dragged back to the Blackridge pack house with his ribs shattered and half his face swollen shut. I stayed. I didn't eat. I barely drank water. I held his hand when the healer, Maren Voss, reset his bones, and I wiped the blood from his mouth when his wolf fought the sedatives. That's what a Luna does. That's what I did.

Fantasy Romance Werewolf

9.1

Fated To The Alpha

9.1

She has no wolf. He is her fated mate. But you can't run from fate. Katya has always been different. Born to a Beta father and a legendary warrior mother, she was meant to be strong, powerful—a future leader. Instead, she has nothing. No wolf. No connection to the Moon Goddess. No place in her pack. On the night of her 18th birthday, everything shatters. Her family is disgraced, their titles stripped, and they are forced into exile. Seeking refuge in the Black Creek Pack, Katya tries to start over, to prove her worth even if it means hiding the one thing that could destroy her. However, Katya finds keeping her secret harder than she thought when the Alpha shows a keen interest in her. She is forced to move into the packhouse. With nowhere to hide, she is forced to take extreme measures to keep him from discovering she has no wolf. But then fate intervenes. Ezra is her mate. Katya never wanted a mate. Not when she has spent her entire life being told she is not enough. And Ezra cannot understand how the Moon Goddess would pair him with a wolf-less mate. Now, Katya and Ezra must decide—fight fate or embrace it. Because love may be the most powerful magic of all.

Fantasy Romance Werewolf

9.0

My Alpha Chose His Mistress Over Our Unborn Pup

9.0

I stood in the Alpha's private quarters, my hands trembling slightly as I adjusted the silver candlesticks on the mahogany dining table. Nine years. Nine years of healer treatments, of Luna Leslie's cutting remarks, of watching my dreams as a dancer fade like morning mist. And now, finally, I had something to show for it. My wolf, Luna, stirred within me, her presence stronger than it had been in months. *He's coming home*, she whispered, and I felt that flutter again—that impossible, miraculous flutter that had started three days ago. 'The pup,' I whispered back, my hand instinctively moving to my still-flat stomach. 'Our pup.' The ritual meal was perfect. I'd spent hours preparing it, following the traditions Jaden and I had established in our early years together. The venison was cooked to medium-rare, the wild mushrooms sautéed in butter and herbs, the wine breathing in crystal glasses that caught the late afternoon light.

Fantasy Romance Werewolf

8.8

My Mate Lied About Our Fated Bond

8.8

I told myself it was the scent that made me cry. Not the Luna's quarters, not the view from the window, not the way the afternoon light came through the curtains in long gold strips and landed on the floor like something deliberate. Just the scent. Pine and cold earth and something deeper underneath — warm, almost sweet, the kind of smell that bypasses your brain entirely and goes straight to the part of you that is still animal, still instinct, still wolf. Hayes's scent. My wolf stirred the moment I crossed the threshold, a low hum in my chest that I had never felt before the King family's announcement. Before that day, I had spent years watching other she-wolves describe the mate pull — the way it felt like recognition, like coming home to a place you had never been. I had nodded along and kept my face neutral and told myself I was fine with waiting. That the Moon Goddess had her reasons. Now I stood in the middle of the Luna's quarters with a single duffel bag at my feet and let myself believe she had finally answered.

Fantasy Romance Werewolf

9.0

Rejected by the Alpha, Claimed by the King

9.0

The silver moonlight bathed the ceremonial clearing in an ethereal glow as our pack gathered for the sacred annual Moon Ceremony. I stood beside Mason at the elevated platform, my Luna dress flowing in the gentle night breeze, watching our pack members arrange themselves in the traditional circle. The familiar warmth of belonging should have filled me, but something felt different tonight—a tension I couldn't quite place. Mason's hand found mine, his fingers intertwining with practiced ease. To anyone watching, we were the picture of the perfect Alpha-Luna pair, united under the Moon Goddess's blessing. But his touch felt distant, mechanical, as if he were going through the motions rather than truly connecting with me. "Beautiful ceremony tonight," he murmured, his voice carrying that authoritative Alpha tone that had once made my heart race. Now it just sounded hollow. Before I could respond, a commotion near the younger pack members caught my attention. Several wolves were huddled around their phones, whispering urgently among themselves.

Fantasy Romance Werewolf

Rejected Mate's Vengeance

Chapter 1

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