Rejecting My Mate Who Took Me As A Stand-In
I'm Hannah Rhodes. Once, I thought Brandon Hayes-my brother Tyler's friend-was both my savior and secret mate. But our anniversary turned to shock: I saw him with his ex Ashley, hearing he only used me as her stand-in.
Later, Tyler revealed my real rescuer was Daniel Brooks, not Brandon.
Heartbroken, I left to find Daniel in Elthenia, cutting all ties with Brandon. Brandon, obsessed with Ashley, even sabotaged his esports dream for her-yet slowly realized he loved me.
He confronted Ashley, exposed her cruelty , and ruined her family. But when he tracked me to Elthenia, I rejected him cold.
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Chapter 3
Brandon didn't even hint at our bond. Same old story, like always.
Ashley, all smiles, chirped, "We're throwing a party inside. Come join us!"
I wasn't in the mood, but Brandon was already nodding, pulling me along.
The private room was a haze of dim lights and pounding music. The second I stepped in, eyes locked onto me. I'd gone all out tonight-sleek dress hugging my curves, my skin practically glowing.
A few wolves sidled up, asking for my number.
Normally, I'd brush them off without a second thought.
But today? I flashed a smile and gave it out, one by one.
Brandon sat in the corner, his jaw tight, eyes burning holes into me.
Ashley's face soured, and she pouted, "Y'all forgetting this is my welcome-back party or what?"
The crowd laughed it off, shouting, "Let's play a game!"
They spun a bottle, and it landed on Ashley.
Someone hooted, "Loser's gotta kiss someone of the wolves!"
Ashley's gaze flicked to Brandon, but then she pointed to the wolf next to him.
"Him."
Right as she leaned in for the kiss-
Crash!
Brandon kicked over the table, glass shattering everywhere.
He grabbed Ashley's wrist and stormed out, dragging her behind him.
The room went dead silent.
I picked up my bag, gave a polite smile, and said, "Gotta run."
At the hallway's corner, their voices erupted, sharp and heated.
"What the hell was that?" Brandon growled, barely holding back his rage. "I'm right here, and you're about to kiss some other wolf? What was that night to you? Am I just your backup?"
Ashley's voice turned soft, wounded.
"I was just testing you, seeing if you still care..."
"Still care?"
Brandon's voice cracked, veins bulging at his temple.
"Ashley, I'd kill to be bound to you again, and you say I don't care?"
Her tone sweetened, coaxing.
"Don't be mad, okay? I didn't mean it like that. I'm saying... we can be bound again, but it's been so long. I need to know you love me like you used to. So, you've gotta agree to Four conditions."
Brandon, the wolf who never bows to anyone, just clenched his jaw and muttered, "Name them."
Ashley paused, then said, "First, I want you to break a rib and turn it into a ring for me."
I froze mid-step. Is this what young wolves do for love now?
No way Brandon would agree to something that insane.
But then-he spun on his heel and left.
I followed, watching as he jumped into his car, floored the gas, and aimed straight for a pole.
Boom!
The crash echoed, the world holding its breath for a split second. Then came the screams, the calls to enforcers, the wail of an ambulance.
Healers dragged Brandon, bloody and broken, from the wrecked car. With his last ounce of strength, he gasped, "My rib... it's broken... take it... during surgery..."
I stood at a distance, watching quietly.
A laugh slipped out of me.
He must really love her.
Good for them.
When I leave, they'll have their perfect bond, free and clear.
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7.9
Content warning (18+):
This isn't your clean romance. It's messy, raw, burning with heats and intense. Enter at your own risk.
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I didn't expect to be fucked by my best friend's dad after crashing at their lake house.
They were out of the country and I came to recover from a heartbreak, but I ended up riding his cock all night.
He rammed into my pussy as I screamed out my lungs, and the next morning, I sneaked out.
Did everything to avoid running into him, but I soon find him sitting across the desk as my boss.
I tried so hard to resist him, but I couldn't. I fingered myself in my office, shamelessly moaning his name.
Turns out he watched through the camera, and he stopped me from cumming as a punishment for avoiding him.
But I defied him, this time I cummed, fingers deep inside my pussy, warm sticky wetness dripping down the floor as I cum despite his raging voice through the intercom.
Later, I suck him off to make it up to him, his fat thick cock fills my mouth, his precum spread through my tongue, he cums hard, thrusting into my throat.
Then he rewarded me, spread me out on his desk and thrust into my dripping cunt, hard, painful, filling me to the hilt.
I know I'm going to hell, I might as well just burn, so I let him use me however he wants. I take his cock without a word, spread for him anytime, until his daughter walks in on us.
8.6
⸻
"Sweetheart, do you like it when I touch you?"
"Yes... yes, I do, Mr. Steele."
"Who do you belong to, fiery one?"
"You... I'm all yours."
By morning, I'm his secretary.
By night... I'm bent over his desk, moaning his name.
He says it's just pleasure. Just business.
But his touch tells a different story.
I'm Sienna Ward-just a girl trying to survive in a cold world.
He's Dominic Steele-ruthless billionaire CEO, dangerously handsome, and secretly mine.
He's addicted to me-my lips, my body, my fire.
In his office, I wear a pencil skirt.
Behind locked doors, I wear nothing but his hunger.
But there's a catch...
He's engaged-to Clara.
My ex-best friend.
The senator's daughter.
The woman who once had my back... until she buried a knife in it.
Dominic's mother says I'll never belong in their world.
But what if I'm already carrying a piece of it?
I was supposed to be his plaything.
Now, I might be the mother of his child.
8.6
Chosen Wolf
8.6
Danni's world shatters the day her father dies. Her mother has become a hollow shell of who she once was, and Danni is left to pick up the pieces alone. Every day feels like a battle just to breathe, to move, to find something resembling normal. Then her ex shows up - stirring old wounds and turning her already broken life into chaos. As if that weren't enough, the people she trusted most begin acting... strange. Secrets twist around her like shadows, and nothing feels real anymore. And that's when he appears - the mysterious stranger who keeps showing up just in time to save her. There's something familiar about him, something that tugs at her soul. But the more she dreams of the haunting white wolf that stalks her nights, the more she wonders if her mind is unraveling... or if something far darker is calling to her.
9.4
Raised by wolves, trained by bandits, forged in violence, she was a cold-hearted warrior, but forced to conceal her true gender to survive in the city of Los Angeles. Confined in an orphanage, she became entangled with Lucas Blackwood. Casey Angeles eventually found herself selected to be trained at the world's largest military training base (M base), an opportunity that seemed unimaginable given the base's policy of only accepting males.
Lucas Blackwood, the director of the M base and the mysterious eldest son of the Blackwood family, is a legendary figure in both the business and underground worlds. But despite being a paragon, he has a secret illness that hinders him from getting close to a woman, so he has the greatest shock of his life when he encounters and discovers Casey's gender, yet His illness doesn't break out.
What will happen when they both get entangled with each other and Lucas finds himself getting attracted to the disguised Casey? Will Casey's secret be discovered? Will her Cold heart eventually be thawed? Will Lucas forgive her deceit after finding out the secret? How did she not trigger Lucas's illness despite being a female?
8.2
On our tenth anniversary, I found the divorce papers my husband, Drake, had secretly filed a year ago.
That same night, I watched him walk into our favorite restaurant, his arm wrapped around his pregnant campaign manager, Chelsea.
I soon learned his plan was more monstrous than a simple affair. He had tricked me into signing the papers, intending for me to raise his mistress's child as my own-a perfect political cover for the wife who couldn't conceive.
When Chelsea later faked a fall and blamed me, the hatred in Drake's eyes confirmed everything.
"If anything happens to her or my child," he snarled, shoving me aside, "I will never forgive you."
He didn't know my secret.
After twelve agonizing rounds of IVF, I was finally pregnant-with twins. He had made his choice, and now I was making mine. I would disappear with my children, and he would never see us again.
7.9
He tilted her chin up, his touch deceptively gentle.
"You're trembling," he whispered, brushing his thumb over her lips, slow enough to make her shiver.
"Is it fear..." His gaze lingered on her mouth. "Or me?"
Her pulse stuttered, betraying her. He was too close, and her body didn't seem to remember which feeling came first, terror or desire.
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Elena Castellano never thought her father would trade her freedom to keep her safe. But after a violent attack changes everything, she is forced to marry the one man she has every reason to be afraid of, Stefano Bernardo, the ruthless heir to one of Milan's most dangerous families.
To the world, it's a union between two powerful families.
To Stefano, it's the sweetest revenge.
Stuck in a marriage built on deceit and danger, Elena must fight not only for her freedom but also for her life, because Stefano's revenge runs deeper than she ever imagined.
And if she truly wants to live, she must face the truth: the real danger isn't her husband's revenge; it's falling for him.
He married her to destroy her family.
But she might become the death of him - literally.