Rejecting the Bond He Broke

When I picked up the ring at the jewelry store, a notification from Twitter buzzed on my phone. It was a post with a photo captioned: "True love knows no bounds." The image showed a man’s silhouette, smiling warmly at a woman. The figure was unmistakably familiar—someone I saw every day and was supposed to mark as my mate in just a week. "Miss Luna, your ring," the store clerk said, handing me the custom piece I had ordered a year ago. As the Luna of the Silver Moon Pack, I was accustomed to the respectful titles, but today they felt hollow. With a blank expression, I took the ring and went back to the car. I glanced at my loyal Beta, Richard, in the driver’s seat, took his hand, and slipped the ring onto his finger. "It's yours now," I said. Richard, my steadfast confidant and Beta, was taken aback, looking at me in shock. "My Luna?" "Take me home," I instructed, leaning back in the passenger seat and closing my eyes.

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I met Evander three years after he ended his mate bond with his first love, during the early days of our rise through the werewolf hierarchy. I had inherited my family’s position within the pack, while he, though born into the prestigious Silver Moon Pack, insisted on proving himself without relying on his lineage. Back then, we were both vying for dominance in a territorial dispute, but I emerged victorious. He raised his glass of whiskey, his Alpha aura shimmering faintly, and said, “Next time, I won’t lose!”

After that, Evander and I often crossed paths—competing for alliances, negotiating with neighboring packs, and testing each other’s limits. Yet, we’d also share laughter over the absurdity of pack politics. Our mutual friends joked that we might as lead a pack together instead of constantly challenging each other.

One evening at a pack gathering, Evander turned to me with a rare sincerity in his eyes. “Angelina, maybe that’s not such a bad idea.”

I smirked and flicked his cheek lightly. “Keep dreaming, Alpha.” Once the night settled, Evander began to pursue me. His attempts were awkward, his gestures almost comically old-fashioned, and I teased him relentlessly. He’d blush and turn away, muttering, “I’m not very experienced with this.”

I laughed, asking if he was only trying to mate with me for a stronger alliance. He scratched the back of his neck, his Alpha aura flickering with uncertainty. “If I said I’ve always thought you were extraordinary, would you laugh at me? Even though we used to be rivals…”

I clicked my tongue and leaned in to kiss him. Naturally, we became mates.

Before we made our bond public, Evander confessed about his first love. He showed me their messages; their communication had ceased shortly after she left the pack. It was clear they had nothing left to say to each other. Evander’s voice was steady but soft, “I can’t pretend she never mattered, but if you think I’d ever want anything more with her, you’re wrong. I’ve moved forward, Angelina. Do you believe me?”

Why wouldn’t I? We all have pasts. So did I.

Looking at Evander, I could see a faint resemblance to someone I once knew, but it didn’t bother me. It was all in the past.

I tried to mind link Evander, but he didn’t respond. Instead, he sent a quick message through the pack’s network: “Luna, I’m busy. Give me two hours.”

Two hours? Evander must have overestimated. The whole thing wouldn’t take more than thirty minutes, even if I’m being generous.

I checked the pack’s public channel, and there was a post from my “white knight.” She’d shared a photo of a luxury hotel suite, with Evander’s hands visibly arranging the bed. “Back in familiar territory, glad he’s here. Mr. Goldenhair even set up my favorite blue roses.”

The location was the city where Evander was on a diplomatic mission, where we were about to establish a new territory. That suite was one Evander used to book regularly for me.

Goldenhair? Funny. Evander had dyed his hair a light gold color in his youth, earning him the nickname. If only he’d told me he enjoyed being called a puppy, I would’ve taken him to get neutered.

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I balanced the heavy oak tray against my hip, the rich, savory aroma of roasted garlic, crushed tomatoes, and fresh basil rising from the warm porcelain plate. I had spent three hours in the pack kitchens kneading the dough for this pasta, my hands dusted with flour and aching from the effort. It was a labor of love. For ten years, serving Adrian his favorite human meals had been my quiet ritual, my way of showing my fated mate that he was still cherished, even if he was confined to a wheelchair. Ten years ago, a rogue attack had nearly taken his life. In a desperate, bloody moment of pure devotion, I had channeled every ounce of my aura and the very life force of my inner wolf to heal his torn throat. The sacrifice had permanently severed my connection to my wolf, leaving me a broken, wolfless Omega. The pack mocked me, treating me like dirt beneath their boots, but I endured it all for Adrian. We were two broken pieces, or so I thought. As I approached his private quarters, I noticed the heavy mahogany door was cracked open just an inch.

Fantasy Romance Werewolf

9.3

Betrayed Luna's New Alliance

9.3

I ran my fingers over the polished mahogany of Marcus's safe, my heart racing with anticipation. Annie's coming-of-age ceremony was just weeks away, and I needed the ancestral blessing scrolls to prepare. The safe clicked open under my touch—one of the few privileges I enjoyed as Luna of the Silvermoon Pack. "Should be right on top," I murmured to myself, rifling through the neatly organized documents. My fingers froze as I noticed something odd. The mate bond certificate—the sacred document that should have been prominently displayed in our quarters—was missing. Eight years married, and I'd never thought to question why it wasn't framed on our wall like most mated pairs. I dug deeper, my breath catching when I found a folder of correspondence with the Lycan Council. The most recent letter was dated just last month. 'Alpha Marcus of Silvermoon Pack,' it read, 'This is our final notice regarding the registration of your mate bond with Luna Aria.

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9.4

My Alpha Let Our Son Die For His Mistress's Bastard

9.4

Harper Sterling gave up everything for her Alpha mate—her royal bloodline, her family, her power. For five years, she was the perfect Luna of the Silver Fang Pack, never suspecting that Ryker had been poisoning her food with Moonshade to suppress her rare Silver Moon Wolf. When their three-year-old son Noah is killed near rogue territory, Harper's world shatters. But the truth is worse than any rogue attack: Ryker let Noah die to protect his mistress's illegitimate son—the real killer. Now he plans to install the bastard as heir and trick Harper into raising her own child's murderer. But Harper isn't the docile, wolfless Luna Ryker created. She's the daughter of the Alpha King. She's a Silver Moon Wolf—one born every thousand years. And her power is finally waking up. With her wolf unleashed and her royal family at her back, Harper returns not as a grieving mother, but as a force of nature. She will expose every lie, strip Ryker of everything he stole, and burn his world to ashes. The only question is: will the curse tied to her betrayal destroy her before she gets her revenge?

Fantasy Romance Werewolf

8.8

My Alpha Mate Chose His Stepsister

8.8

Wren Hawthorne loved Caelan Voss for thirteen years—through every cold word, every "she's just my stepsister," every birthday she spent watching him fasten Seraphina's necklace instead of her own. She married him anyway. She buried him anyway, after kidnappers dragged them into the Cascade wilderness and he chose a dead girl's memory over the wife bleeding beside him. But the Moon Goddess isn't done with Wren Hawthorne. Reborn into the night her dying father offers her a choice between the two Voss heirs, Wren refuses to make the same mistake. This time she picks Ryker—the silent older brother, the rejected Alpha, the man whose golden eyes have always followed her across every room she's ever entered. But Caelan remembers too. And he's not letting his "loyal little shadow" walk away without a fight—even if it means trapping her in a private suite with a rogue, a bottle of wolfsbane mist, and a camera. When the door bursts open, Wren expects her father. She gets something far more dangerous. Who tipped Ryker off? Who's been watching her since the moment she opened her eyes? And why does he already know she's been reborn?

Fantasy Romance Werewolf

8.0

My Mate Poisoned My Alpha Father for Power

8.0

The Moon Festival was supposed to be our celebration. For weeks, I'd been planning the perfect gift for Jax—a necklace with a fragment of moonstone that matched his eyes. My fingers traced the delicate silver chain as I walked toward his office, heart fluttering with anticipation. "I'm sure he'll love it," I whispered to myself, smoothing down my dress. Five years together, and still, I wanted to impress him. The hallway to the Beta quarters was empty, most pack members already gathering in the clearing for tonight's festivities. I smiled, imagining Jax's surprised face when I showed him the gift before the ceremony. But as I approached his door, voices drifted through—not just Jax's, but a woman's as well. My steps faltered. "You're sure she won't suspect anything?" The female voice was hushed, urgent.

Fantasy Romance Werewolf

8.9

Reborn To Ruin: The Jilted Heiress's Revenge

8.9

I lay on a mildewed mattress in a run-down motel, my body trembling from withdrawal. Once the most feared "Gossip Queen" in Hollywood, I was now a forty-three-year-old ghost staring at a cracked mirror, waiting for the end. The door clicked open, and Brittany Potts stepped in, looking immaculate in a beige trench coat that cost more than my life. She didn't come to help; she tossed a waiver of marital assets onto my bed and handed me a cup of coffee laced with something that smelled like bitter almonds. She laughed, telling me my husband, Bennet, was already in the Bahamas celebrating my death. I froze when I saw the sapphire pendant around her neck—my mother’s necklace, which had vanished the day she died. As the poison began to burn through my chest, Brittany leaned in and whispered her final secret: she was the one who cut the brake lines on the car that killed my father when we were teenagers. My entire life had been a lie. The pills, the scandal, the bankruptcy—it was all a masterpiece of betrayal orchestrated by the two people I trusted most. I died on that filthy floor, suffocating on my own rage and the taste of chemicals, praying for a single chance to make them pay. But when I opened my eyes, the pain was gone. I was sitting in my old bedroom, the morning sun shining on a calendar that read September 15, 2024. My mother’s voice, warm and alive, called me for breakfast from downstairs. I was eighteen again, back in my senior year at Crestview Academy, and the monsters who destroyed me were still pretending to be my friends. This time, I’m the one who holds the shears.

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