Rejecting My Cruel Alpha For His Rival
After losing our first pup two years ago, I finally got pregnant again. I thought this miracle would mend my fading mate bond with Alpha Ryker.
But when I went to tell him, I found my cousin Serena in his arms. She was claiming to be pregnant with his fated heir.
To frame me, Serena burst a hidden blood pack between her legs and screamed that I was killing her baby. Ryker rushed in, his eyes blazing with absolute hatred. He didn't listen to a single word of my defense.
"You are a monster!"
Using his crushing Alpha Command, he forced me to my knees. The spiritual blow tore through my soul, causing me to hemorrhage and nearly miscarry my actual unborn child. Then, he had his guards dump my unconscious body in the freezing woods like trash.
Lying in the mud, my heart completely died. I was the one who took a silver arrow for him five years ago, yet he let Serena steal the credit. How could he ruthlessly destroy his true mate for a woman whose entire existence was a lie?
Fortunately, I was saved by his greatest rival, Alpha Silvercrest.
The next day, instead of running away, I marched right back into Ryker's study and slammed a formal Rejection Petition on his desk.
"I hereby reject you as my mate," I said coldly. "Sign it, or I'll expose your precious Serena to the entire pack council."
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Chapter 7
Elara Thorne POV:
I fought against the tidal wave of rage, my knuckles white as I clenched my fists.This must be a trap she set, deliberately provoking me to attack her here and achieve her unknown purpose, so I cannot let it be as she wishes.
I forced my voice to be steady, cold. “You think a lie can hold him forever? One day, Ryker will learn the truth.”
Serena laughed, a high, piercing sound that grated on my nerves. “The truth?” She stopped laughing, her brown eyes turning hard and vicious. “And what will he do? He’ll think you’re a jealous, bitter she-wolf, making up stories to slander the woman who saved his life.”
She stepped closer, her face inches from mine, and dropped her voice to a conspiratorial whisper. “Just like two years ago.”
The air left my lungs in a rush. Two years ago. The miscarriage. My first baby.
She saw the horrified recognition in my eyes and her smile was pure poison. “You didn't really think that was an accident, did you? That you just *slipped* while walking in the garden?”
Flashes of that day returned with sickening clarity. Serena, there in the garden with me. Serena, handing me a glass of refreshing fruit juice because I looked tired.
“It was you,” I breathed, the words barely audible. The realization was a physical blow, stealing the strength from my legs. “You murdered my child.”
She straightened up, all pretense of subtlety gone. Her face was a mask of triumphant cruelty. “Of course, it was me. A few crushed wolfsbane petals in your juice was all it took. Watching you collapse in a pool of your own blood… watching Ryker panic… it was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”
That was it. The last thread of my control snapped. The grief for my lost son, the fury at her deception, the pain of Ryker’s betrayal—it all converged into a single, blinding point of impact.
With a guttural roar, I swung my arm, pouring every ounce of my pain and rage into the blow. My palm connected with her cheek with a crack that echoed through the silent room.
Serena’s head snapped to the side. A dark red handprint bloomed on her skin, and a trickle of blood appeared at the corner of her mouth.
But there was no anger in her eyes. Only elation. This was her moment.
She threw herself backward with theatrical flair, landing softly on the plush rug.
“Aah!” she shrieked, her voice a pitch-perfect scream of agony. “My stomach! My baby!”
I stared, frozen, as she clawed at her flat stomach. And then I saw it. A dark, wet stain was spreading rapidly across the front of her silk robe, a vibrant, horrifying crimson. A blood pack. She had a blood pack hidden between her legs.
She writhed on the floor, a perfect imitation of a woman in unimaginable pain, her eyes fixed on the front door. “Ryker!” she screamed, her voice cracking with manufactured terror. “Help me! My sister… she’s killing our baby!”
I was speechless, trapped in the web of her monstrous, intricate lie.
And right on cue, the front door of the villa burst open, splintering off its hinges.
Ryker stood there, his massive form filling the doorway. He looked like a beast of legend, his face a thunderous mask of pure, unrestrained fury.
His wild eyes took in the scene in an instant: Serena, writhing in a pool of "blood" on the floor, and me, standing over her, my hand still tingling from the slap.
From his perspective, the story was simple, brutal, and clear. He saw a crime scene, and I was the undisputed villain.
He looked at me, and the hatred in his eyes was so absolute, so potent, it was a physical force that knocked the breath from my lungs. I knew, in that moment, that nothing I could say would ever be heard. I was already tried, convicted, and sentenced in his mind.
Serena’s trap had snapped shut.
*No…* Lyra’s howl was a faint, dying whisper in my soul. *No… we’ve been framed…*
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7.2
I am a resident surgeon, secretly married to Dr. Barrett Walters, the Chief of Cardiothoracic Surgery. It was a transactional marriage; he paid my mother's mounting medical bills, and I was his secret, obedient wife in the dark.
But at the hospital, he was a cold-blooded tyrant who deliberately made my life a living hell. During a major medical conference, he viciously tore apart my successful surgical repair, looking me dead in the eye as he called me incompetent in front of all my colleagues.
The humiliation didn't stop there. With his tacit approval, the senior residents bullied me, assigning me every brutal night shift. When his beautiful, wealthy heiress "girlfriend" visited the ward, he publicly mocked my background to make her smile.
"Some people get in through the back door. They're not fit for the front lines."
Even when I was forced to work as a secret banquet waitress to cover the medical copays he ignored, he found me, ruined the job out of pure possessive jealousy, and then fined my meager resident salary the very next morning just to show his absolute control.
I endured his punishing kisses and cruel rebukes, sacrificing my dignity just to keep my mother alive. But I couldn't understand why he had to destroy every shred of my peace. If he wanted the perfect heiress, why did he refuse to let me go?
Staring at his cold, controlling eyes in the stairwell, my exhaustion finally overpowered my fear. I was done being his victim, and it was time to tear up this contract.
8.4
On the night before her wedding, Navia Harrison discovers her fiancé in bed with her step-sister-and worse, the two of them are already planning how to get rid of her after the marriage.
Humiliated and consumed by hatred, Navia exposes their affair during the wedding ceremony itself, destroying both families' reputations in a single move.
Then, she meets him.
Leonel Crawford - the cold and dangerously powerful head of the Crawford family. Untouchable. Ruthless. A man no woman has ever been able to keep close.
He's also her ex-fiancé's uncle.
One impulsive proposal changes everything.
"If you need a wife... marry me instead."
"Honestly... we'd make a pretty good match."
9.5
Carin survived a horrific escape pod crash only to wake up in the mud of an uncharted, barbaric alien planet.
Before she could even process the pain of her fractured ribs, she was captured by towering, wolf-headed warriors who stripped her of her protective gear and threw her into a filthy slave pen.
Because she lacked animal ears and a tail, the clan's arrogant elites mocked her as a repulsive deformity, beating her with spears and forcing her to shovel toxic dung in the deadly Blade Beast pens.
The other female laborers violently bullied her and stole her only scraps of food, leaving her starving and defenseless in a brutal society where the strong preyed on the weak.
"If you're unclaimed at the mating ceremony, they force you into the breeding program, and you'll be nothing but a vessel until you die."
She was terrified, exhausted, and completely unequipped to survive this nightmare, but after a miraculous farming system suddenly awakened in her mind, she knew she desperately needed a powerful shield to protect her secret from the greedy tribe.
During the chaotic mating ceremony, amidst the cruel laughter of the entire clan, she stepped directly in front of Brannon—a terrifying, sterile, mutant outcast despised by everyone—and boldly claimed the deadly warrior as her mate.
7.1
After the one-night stand with a man who refused to tell her his name, Charlotte would figure out on TV that the man she had s*x with the previous night was the heir to a billionaire empire.
At the same time, Jace Norman-the infamous playboy heir-faces a public scandal that threatens his inheritance. To protect the family empire, his ruthless father forces him into an immediate contract marriage.
And just like that Charlotte would get married to the spoiled, reckless son of the most powerful billionaire in the city.
That One night, Room 55 and Five thousand dollars she desperately needed would change her life forever.
Weeks later, Charlotte discovers she's pregnant.
But before she can process the truth, her manipulative boyfriend claims the child is his and begins blackmailing her.
As their fake marriage becomes dangerously possessive, secrets begin to spiral. An ex-boyfriend demanding money. Jace's jealous college lover is determined to destroy Charlotte. Charlotte's sister is hiding betrayal behind sweet smiles. And a billionaire father who will eliminate anyone to protect the Norman name.
When a forged DNA test claims the baby isn't Jace's, the empire turns on Charlotte.
But the truth is far darker than any of them realize.
Because someone has been orchestrating every lie from the beginning.
And when Jace finally discovers the baby is his...
He will have to choose between his father's empire-
Or the woman carrying his heir.
7.2
The Royal Pack’s glowing moonstone token rested in my palm.
Before I could even process the miracle of my rebirth, my half-sister Alyssa snatched it right out of my hand.
"This destiny is mine, little sister. Enjoy your cursed Alpha," she sneered.
My family easily caved to her whining. They forced me to take her place and marry Alpha Kaelen, a man they called an insane, crippled monster with three feral adopted sons. They laughed, expecting his beast to tear me apart before the honeymoon was over.
Alyssa thought she was stealing my crown. She didn't know she had just stolen my death sentence.
In my previous life, that exact token had made me the Alpha King’s Luna. But I was just a convenient, disposable meat shield for his true human mate. I died agonizingly, choking on poison meant for her, while the King didn't even blink.
I lowered my head, forcing my shoulders to tremble as if holding back terrified sobs. I played the part of the pathetic, wolfless Omega they all believed me to be.
But beneath my fake tears, I felt a profound relief.
I remembered the Kaelen from my past life. He wasn't a monster. He was powerful, agonizingly lonely, and slowly destroyed by a dark magic no one understood.
I wisely accepted the marriage pact and walked right into his freezing manor.
I know exactly who cursed him. And this time, I will save him, protect his boys, and make his entire pack mine.
9.5
As the fetal monitor screamed in the delivery room, Danae begged the nurses to call her billionaire husband to save their dying baby.
Instead of Adrian, his chief lawyer arrived with a chilling directive: all emergency interventions were explicitly denied.
While security guards pinned her arms to the mattress, Danae was forced to listen to her baby's heartbeat flatline. The lawyer simply dropped divorce papers on her bed and walked out. A sympathetic doctor helped Danae fake her own death to escape the family. Stripped of her assets and kicked out into the freezing rain, she tried to drown herself with her child's ashes, only to be saved by a mysterious benefactor.
Three years later, Danae returned as a top medical researcher. But at a high-profile symposium, she crossed paths with Adrian and his new fiancée—a cheap lookalike of Danae. The woman maliciously staged a bloody miscarriage using a restricted chemical, perfectly framing Danae's lab for the crime.
Adrian pinned Danae against the wall, his eyes black with rage, vowing to make her beg for death. Three years ago, he let their real child die without even answering the phone. Now, he was ready to destroy her over a fake pregnancy.
Just as Adrian's private guards dragged her away to be locked up, the hospital doors were violently kicked open. A rival billionaire stepped in with a team of ruthless lawyers, shielding Danae behind his back and declaring war.