Rejecting My Heartless Ex Mate
I'm Madeline, an enforcer.
When I transferred back to Shalandra Pack, my first case involved my mate Jonathan Kingsley-he was tangled in a scandal with Tiffany Monroe, a she-wolf he doted on.
Tiffany even called enforcers as a prank because Jonathan didn't spend time with her, yet he coddled her like she was sacred.
Later, Jonathan left me stranded on a desolate road to rush to Tiffany's side. I collapsed and learned I'd lost a pup-one from a drunken night in Belmor, where Jonathan had mistaken me for Tiffany.
Still, he prioritized Tiffany: when she framed me for assault, he had me beaten and injured.
Enraged, I had Jonathan arrested.
I told his parents I was still carrying the pup to turn them against him-they cut his funds. Jonathan and Tiffany fled to the northwest but split when he went broke.
He returned, begging me, admitting he'd known of my 15-year love for him but feigned coldness. By then, I was with Benjamin Carter, carrying his child.
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Chapter 2
In the end, no detention warrant was issued.
The pack alpha himself showed up, rubbing his paws nervously. "Madeline, about Jonathan. he's tied to Shalandra Pack's prosperity. Can we let this slide?"
I stayed silent, which he took as agreement.
With the Kingsley clan's weight in Shalandra Pack, a single false report wouldn't land Jonathan in a holding den.
As I watched him carefully guide Tiffany into his car, I pulled out my phone and texted Jonathan's mother, Penelope.
*Just saw Jonathan at the outpost. He was questioned for chasing another she-wolf.*
Penelope replied instantly. *Madeline, you're back? I'm sending a driver for you. Don't worry, I'll make this right.*
Half an hour later, I stepped into the Kingsley clan's ancestral den. Jonathan was already there, getting an earful from his father, Philip.
It wasn't that they didn't know about Tiffany-they just hadn't cared enough to intervene. But now that it had reached me and stirred up the enforcer den, things were different.
The Kingsley clan's rise in Shalandra Pack owed plenty to my family's support. Penelope had practically lived in Belmor Pack to secure our bond.
When she saw me, her face lit up, and she grabbed my paw. "Madeline, I'm so sorry you've been wronged. That reckless pup-I'll set him straight."
Jonathan's eyes snapped to me, realizing I'd tipped them off. His glare was venomous.
Before he could snap, Philip growled, "Apologize to Madeline! Swear you'll cut ties with that Tiffany!"
Jonathan's head shot up, his eyes blazing. "No way! Tiffany's my true mate. No one's tearing us apart!"
Philip trembled with rage. "Say that again! If not for Madeline's family propping us up in Belmor Pack, would the Kingsley clan be where it is? Betray her, and you're no son of mine!"
Jonathan clenched his jaw, staying silent but refusing to apologize. He stormed out, head down.
Philip turned to me. "Madeline, go with him. Talk it out."
I nodded and followed.
Jonathan spun around, grabbing my arm and yanking me into his car. The door slammed shut with a deafening thud. I barely had time to settle before he floored the gas, the car lurching forward like a wild beast.
His eyes were bloodshot, his voice a low snarl. "Real smooth, Madeline. Transferred back to Shalandra Pack just to keep tabs on me? Our bond's not tight enough for you already?"
I rubbed my reddened arm, biting back a response.
My silence only fueled his scorn. His gaze flicked over, dripping with mockery. "Don't blame me for finding someone else. Look at you-always dressed like some dour pack elder, face set like you're chewing gravel. And in bed? Same old routine, lying there like a cold fish."
"Tiffany's young, vibrant, knows how to live. With her, I finally get what love feels like-what it means to crave someone."
His words, sharp as ice-tipped claws, tore into my heart. He was lashing out because I'd ratted him out, each syllable meant to wound.
Three years of our bond, and I'd been a fool, hoping to warm his heart. All I got was this humiliation.
A phone chime broke my thoughts. The screen flashed "Little Moon," the words burning my eyes.
As soon as he answered, a tearful voice came through. "Jonathan, I cut my paw-it hurts so bad!"
His face transformed, the anger melting into panic. "Don't cry, I'm coming. Stay put, okay?"
He hung up, whipped the wheel, and pulled over. "Get out," he barked.
"We're ten miles from the pack-you can't just-"
Before I could finish, he leaned over, unbuckled my seatbelt, and shoved the door open. "Out."
I stumbled out, barely catching my balance. The car door slammed, and his black Maybach roared off into the night.
The cold wind bit at me as I stood on the desolate outskirts road, my phone down to 5% battery. I dialed the outpost, but before anyone picked up, the screen went black.
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I was eight months pregnant, waiting on the sofa for my billionaire husband to come home.
But when the heavy oak doors opened, Cayden threw a fake DNA test on the glass table, showing a zero percent probability of paternity.
He accused me of carrying another man's bastard. I cried and begged, swearing I was framed by his childhood friend, Carmella. He didn't listen. Instead, he ordered his massive bodyguards to pin me down while a private doctor forced an abortion pill down my throat.
"The Merritt family does not raise bastards. Get rid of it."
He forced me to sign divorce papers and ordered his men to throw me out into the freezing storm. Before I was dragged away, I desperately told him the truth: I was the anonymous donor who gave him a kidney to save his life three years ago.
He just sneered, saying Carmella had the surgical scar to prove she was the donor, and kicked me out to die.
Lying in the freezing rain, vomiting up the half-dissolved poison to save my baby, I didn't understand how the man I loved could be so completely blind. How could he let that woman steal my kidney, my marriage, and murder his own flesh and blood?
Five years later, I returned to New York not as his pathetic discarded wife, but as a top-tier medical fixer for the global elite.
And my genius five-year-old son has already infiltrated his mansion, ready to tear his empire apart from the inside.
7.8
Alpha Varos, the beast they chained and bound in the darkest cell deep under the Haralth tower for a century,
Calyra Veyne the woman they never meant to awaken him.
Calyra the daughter of the Tidecliffs' Alpha, was presented to marry the usurper High King, Alpha Therion. To strengthen her father's pack. But when her cursed flame was revealed - a mark lowlier than even an omega wolf- she was rejected, humiliated, her mother killed, pronounced as a sex slave and she was thrown into the cell of the brutal, silent beast.. A man locked away from the world from over a century, the most powerful Alpha King in history, but her scent calls to what's left of his soul.
A ruthless Alpha, An unquenchable sexual heat.
Fated and Chained to the Beastly Alpha King is the dark romance you'll never recover from.
9.6
One hundred years ago, the witches cursed every she-wolf to be barren.
It was vengeance for their slain matriarch. It was meant to end the war. Instead, it nearly ended the werewolf race.
Werewolves were forced to interbreed with humans to survive, and the once-proud kingdoms fractured. Only one bloodline remained untouched by the curse, the ancient Lycans of Lupenreich, protected by powerful shamanic magic. Coveted by werewolves, hunted by witches, despised by vampires, the Lycans became both salvation and threat.
And now, only one true heir remains...
Sybil von Rosen was never meant to grow up among humans. Born a Lycan princess through a human surrogate, she was stolen from the castle as an infant by the very woman meant to nurse her, a woman who turned out to be a witch.
Hidden beneath a powerful spell that caged her wolf and erased her scent from the supernatural world, Sybil was raised knowing exactly who she was... and exactly what she had been bred for.
A womb. A crown. Her bloodline's legacy.
But Sybil was never meant to be a broodmare queen.
She grew up human with the strength and senses of a shewolf and the magic of the witches, which got transferred to her while she was still in the womb of her surrogate.
She's strong, intelligent, disciplined, and lethal. An MMA champion. A combat instructor for a private military contractor. A woman who learned to fight before she ever learned to howl.
When the magic of her witch mother begins to fade, and the werewolf King finally tracks them down, Sybil is summoned back to a kingdom that remembers her only as its missing heir.
Betrayed by her hybrid fiancé, who abandoned her to marry the princess of their kingdom, Sybil made a decision that will shake three kingdoms.
She returned. Not for love. Not for duty. For revenge...
But the throne comes with chains.
Instead of marrying one Alpha, she is bound to four-the Alpha Guardians of Lupenreich. Ruthless. Powerful. Pureblood. Feared across kingdoms. And fate claims they are her mates.
There's only one problem.
Sybil cannot feel her wolf, for it was caged deep within her soul. She cannot smell her mates. She is a Lycan princess trapped in a wolfless body.
While her four Alphas believe they are claiming their future Luna and Queen, Sybil is already planning something far more dangerous.
She will not stand beside a king.
She will not be used to breed to secure bloodlines.
And she certainly will not be ruled.
If the kingdom wants a queen... They're about to kneel to a rebel queen.
Because Sybil von Rosen is not an ordinary Luna.
She is the last Lycan heir. The forbidden daughter of witches. The mate of four Alpha Guardians.
And she intends to take the throne for herself and will bow to no one.
8.5
She was born under a blood moon.
Cursed. Despised. Forgotten.For twenty years, Quinn Blackwood lived as the pack's shadow-an omega meant to serve, suffer, and disappear. But fate had other plans. When the Alpha King, Jasper Hale, discovers she's his fated mate, her world splits wide open. The bond ignites between them, fierce and undeniable. One night of raw, desperate passion binds them forever.Then he rejects her. In front of everyone.The bond should've broken.
Instead, it cursed them both.Banished and bleeding, Quinn uncovers the truth: she's the last heir of a slaughtered Alpha bloodline, her power buried under generations of lies. Every breath burns. Every scar screams. And when she realizes she's carrying Jasper's child from that single night, the curse digs its claws in deeper-because her choice will decide everything.But she's not alone.
Lucien Dusk, the rogue who pulled her out of the dirt, offers something Jasper destroyed: a love that doesn't hurt. Gentle. Honest. Forbidden.Then fate twists the knife. A prophecy surfaces-her child will either unite the packs or plunge them into endless war. And it all depends on which mate she chooses.Two bonds.
One curse.
And a love strong enough to save the world... or burn it down.
8.0
For ten years, I lived with my guardian, Cole, secretly loving him. He was my late brother's best friend, the man I had worshipped since I was eight.
On my eighteenth birthday, I confessed my love with a painting. He ripped it to shreds, roaring, "I am your guardian, for God's sake!" He called my love a pathetic fantasy.
Two months later, he was engaged. He forgot I had a deadly allergy to the mango dessert his fiancée offered me.
Then, one night, he stumbled home drunk, pinned me to my bed, and kissed me while murmuring his fiancée's name. The next morning, he looked at me with disgust.
"What are you doing in my bed, Cora?"
My world shattered. The man who had spoiled me rotten, who promised to protect me forever, now saw me as disgusting and delusional. My decade of devotion had only burned me.
But his cruelty was the final push I needed. I accepted a full scholarship to Juilliard, a one-way ticket out. On his birthday, I packed my bags, deleted his number, and walked out of his life forever. I would never look back.
8.4
My hands trembled as I smoothed my dress, waiting for Alpha Arthur to return. He had survived the transplant. I thought our Fated bond would finally be sealed.
But when the heavy doors swung open, the warmth I expected was gone.
Arthur walked in clutching another woman, Diana. He looked at me like I was a stain on the rug.
"The Moon Goddess played a trick," he sneered, his eyes glazed with a chemical devotion. "My donor's blood chooses her. The blood bond overrides some archaic fate."
He didn't just reject me; he made me a servant in my own home. When Diana framed me for breaking a ring, Arthur didn't hesitate. He ordered the Silver Whip.
"Arthur, please! I'm pregnant!" I screamed, shielding my stomach.
"Stop lying to save your skin," he spat.
He lashed me ten times with wolfsbane-dipped leather. I lay in the snow, feeling the warm blood of my miscarriage soak the ground, while he walked away to comfort his mistress.
He killed his own son for a lie.
That night, I signed my rejection in blood and vanished into the darkness.
Five months later, I returned. Not as a weak Omega, but as the legendary White Wolf, holding the hand of the most powerful Alpha in the region.
Arthur fell to his knees in the mud when he saw me, weeping. "I'll do anything. I'll give up the title."
I looked down at him coldly and handed him the whip.
"Ten lashes," I whispered. "For the baby you killed."