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 3
My legs felt like lead as I trudged along the road, my vision swimming with dark spots.
Finally, I couldn't hold out any longer and collapsed by the wayside.
When I came to, the sharp scent of antiseptic stung my nose.
I was lying in a pack healer's den, an IV needle taped to the back of my paw.
A healer approached, her expression heavy. "You're awake?"
She hesitated, then continued. "You've lost the pup. The pregnancy was already unstable, and walking that far."
Lost the pup?
I froze, my claws instinctively brushing my flat belly.
There had been a pup here, one I never even knew existed. gone before I could feel its spark.
The healer sighed. "Rest up, okay?"
The den door clicked shut. I fumbled for my phone, plugged it in, and powered it on.
A news alert popped up immediately:
*Shalandra Pack's Richest Wolf, Jonathan, Pulls All-Night Hunt for Top Healers to Treat His She-Wolf's Tiny Scratch!*
The photo showed Jonathan cradling Tiffany, his face etched with worry. Tiffany held up her paw, a barely visible nick magnified in the close-up.
My already battered heart shattered again.
While he was wrapped up in his precious she-wolf, I was lying on the roadside, losing our pup.
I yanked out the IV and staggered out of the den like a ghost, only to run smack into Jonathan and Tiffany at the corridor's turn.
Jonathan's brows knotted instantly, his disgust plain as day. "Madeline, you're like a shadow that won't quit. Following us to the healer's den to fake an injury? You always act like some highborn she-wolf-since when do you stoop to petty jealousy tricks?"
My voice trembled as I stared at him. "I lost our pup."
Tiffany's eyes widened, and she grabbed Jonathan's arm. "Jonathan! You swore you haven't touched her in forever! Where'd this pup come from?"
"You lied to me! I'm done with you!" she wailed.
Jonathan's face paled, and he pulled her close, murmuring and nuzzling her. "Don't listen to her nonsense. I see her maybe once a month, just for a meal. I haven't so much as brushed her paw!"
"Tiffany, you know I'm spent from you every time. Where would I find the energy for anyone else?"
Once he'd soothed Tiffany, he turned to me, his tone venomous. "Madeline, what, you think you're some saint? You're telling me one dinner got you carrying a pup? Have you no shame?"
A crowd started to gather, their whispers cutting through the air.
"Who's that she-wolf? Looks all proper, but she's hounding Jonathan and Tiffany?"
"Sounds like she lost a pup. Probably trying to trap him with it, stirring up drama."
"Everyone knows Jonathan treats Tiffany like his moon and stars. This she-wolf's dreaming if she thinks she's got a chance."
Their stares were like thorns, pinning me in place with nowhere to hide.
My body went cold, but my mind exploded like a thunderstorm.
Last month, Jonathan visited me in Belmor Pack. We shared a few drinks over dinner. That night, he didn't sleep in the guest den as usual. Instead, he held me close, whispering "baby" and "little moon" in a voice so warm it startled me.
I thought the liquor had lowered his guard, that it was the start of something real between us. That night fueled my resolve to transfer back to Shalandra Pack, hoping we could build a den-a family.
But now, staring at the "Little Moon" label on his phone, hearing the pet name he'd lavished on Tiffany countless times, it hit me like a lightning strike.
He hadn't been calling out to me that night.
He'd mistaken me for Tiffany.
That fleeting warmth, the spark that set my heart ablaze, was just a drunken mix-up.
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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."