Return Of The Lost Lycan Princess...

In a world where humans are considered inferior and slaves to werewolves, Emilia, a human orphan, falls in love with Alpha Alexander, after finding out that she is his fated mate, and has been married to him for four years via contract. But her marriage to him has been kept a secret and no one knows or acknowledges her as his wife. When Emilia finds out she's pregnant, she also discovers that Alpha Alexander has reunited with his first love and even announced their union on the news. As she asks for divorce, she finds out that she is actually the lost Lycan Princess and her father and two brothers have been looking for her for years. What would happen when Alexander finds out she isn't just werewolf but royalty? Will he really let her go or realise just how much he truly loves her?

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"Please forgive me, your majesty," Harper tried out and fell to her feet with a thud. Her plan had failed and she knew she had to savage whatever was left so they didn't get caught.

"How dare you try to deceive the lycan royal family?" Mason thundered with barely controlled fury.

"Please, your majesty forgive a lowly human for daring to deceive you. It wasn't my intention. I had only wanted to steal the necklace but then I heard a vehicle approaching and I couldn't get away," she said. She had considered using her powers to try to get out of there but she knew she wasn't strong enough, so she had to use whatever lie came to mind. "I'm so sorry my princess, the life of a lowly human is not an easy one to live," Harper added, turning towards where Emilia stood, while mentally keeping her fingers crossed.

"So because your life is not an easy one, you think it is okay to lie and steal? Guards, arrest her," Logan ordered.

Emilia thought about all the times she had been insulted and treated like trash because she thought she was human, "Please, let her go," She said, turning to the man who said he was her father.

All three men turned to her briefly, then Logan took a deep breath and said, "consider today your lucky day, young lady. Get her away from here," he said to the guards.

As the guards dragged Harper away, a sly hidden smile played on her lips as she promised herself that she would help Liam Black achieve his aim.

"All this can't be real," Emilia said, her voice low and soft as soon as Harper had left them. "I am a human and an orphan, I have been told that my whole life."

"It is real. We lost you when you were five years old and have been looking for you ever since," Logan said, his eyes shining with tears–happy tears.

"Yes. You even inherited our mother's healing abilities, that is why your baby is safe, even after bleeding so much," Mason said.

Emilia touched her forehead, "I had fallen, and now I don't even feel any pain," she said, moving to a standing mirror close to where she stood to check her forehead, "Not even a scratch. I really do have healing powers," she whispered. "And a dad," she smiled more freely as she held Logan's hand, "and not one but two brothers," she added with a smile.

Mason and Julian smiled cheerful as they walked closer to her and all hugged her.

"I have to go home now," Emilia whispered after a few seconds, her words bringing a frown upon each of the men's faces.

"Home to that jerk who left you bleeding and unconscious in the rain?" Logan asked, his voice laced with barely controlled fury.

"He nearly killed your baby," Mason said in the same tone as their father.

"I'm not going back to him, I'm going back to divorce him," Emilia said.

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Later that day, Emilia sighed deeply as the royal vehicle stopped in front of her soon-to-be ex-husband's house.

"This is your last chance. Do you want me to come in and terrify him properly?" Mason asked, his tone so serious that it made Emilia chuckle.

"I think I can handle one arrogant Alpha," Emilia said with a smile as she unbuckled her seatbelt.

"If you need backup or a body to be disposed of, just mindlink us," Julian, who sat in the front of them said reassuringly.

"Okay. Thank you big bros," Emilia replied with another chuckle. For the first time in her life, she had a family to back her up–the feeling was surreal and it helped to boost her confidence.

With another deep breath Emilia stepped into the mansion. "Alpha, Mrs. Reed has returned," one of the staff shouted as soon as she saw Emilia.

In a matter of seconds, the sound of footsteps echoed in the hallway and Emilia's brow shut up as Alexander rushed to where she was. "Where were you last night?" he asked, raising his voice a bit.

"Do you know how many nights I stayed up waiting for you?" Emilia asked, ignoring Alexander's question, "well, none of that matters now. I'm here to end this."

"End what? What are you talking about?" Alexander asked, his forehead furrowing in confusion.

"Us. This mistake of a marriage. I want a divorce," Emilia said and handed him the divorce document. "I've already signed my part, it's your turn."

Without even reading the document, Alexander scrunched it and threw it to the floor. "So that's your game plan, uh? Let me guess, you want some more money? Is that it?" he asked.

Emilia's eyes widened in surprise, "If you would have bothered reading the terms in the document, you would have seen that I want nothing from you," she replied.

"Oh please, how could you even afford an attorney, uh? Alexander asked, with barely controlled anger, "Unless of course, you have a new sugar daddy."

"Is that what you think of me? A gold digger?" She asked.

"That's what you are," he retorted, then he opened a drawer and brought out another document, "That's your deal. You brought that to me."

Emilia looked down at the contract marriage document she had signed with Alexander four years ago.

"You asked me to pay you one million dollars per year to be my secret wife, remember?" Alexander asked.

'I needed that money to save Oscar, my friend from the orphanage. Being gay in a werewolf society is worse than being human, I was all he had, a deep silent sigh passed Emilia's as she remembered.

"For the past four years, I have loved you completely, unconditionally, and that's what you think of me? Let's end this," Emilia said and turned to leave.

"You think you can just walk away whenever it suits you? Clause 2.2. states that only I could break the contract. Not you," Alexander's words stopped Emilia in her tracks. "Clause 3.2. states that I own you, physically, emotionally, spiritually, you belong to me." Alexander added.

Emilia turned around and in a swift move connected her palm to Alexander's face.

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I was an artist who gave up my career for my tech CEO husband, Jakob. Pregnant with our child, I believed our life was a perfect dream built on his genius. That dream shattered when I discovered his genius was a lie, built on stolen code. Then I overheard his real plan: to drug me, publicly ruin me, and auction off my body after murdering our unborn child. At our anniversary gala, he forced drugged champagne into my hand. I watched him destroy my art-my last dream-before I collapsed, losing our baby on the cold museum floor. They left me for dead, having taken everything-my love, my art, my dignity, and my child. After I survived, I walked into the interrogation room where he was being held. I showed him a fabricated DNA report proving the baby was his, alongside a real document proving he'd had a secret vasectomy. He broke down, believing he'd murdered the son he never knew he could have. "I'll do anything," he sobbed. "Then sign these," I said calmly, pushing the divorce papers and a full transfer of his billion-dollar empire across the table.

Billionaire Modern Romance

9.4

Billionaire In Disguise

9.4

After a devastating betrayal by her fiancé and sister, Elena Vance decides to rebuild her life from the ashes. She unexpectedly crosses paths with Alexander Sterling, a man she believes is a struggling laborer. Little does she know, he is actually a powerful billionaire hiding his true identity behind a humble facade. As their paths intertwine, Elena must navigate a world of hidden secrets and intense passion while learning to trust again in this modern romance.

Billionaire Modern Romance

9.8

His Illness Was A Weapon

9.8

For six years, my marriage was a clinical trial. I was the doctor for my husband Jackson' s severe contamination OCD, enduring endless cleaning rituals just for a touch. Then I found a used condom wrapper in his car. I soon learned he was breaking every single one of his pathological rules for his mistress-kissing her feet, sharing greasy pizza. His "illness" was a lie, a weapon used only against me. When I confronted him, he chose her. To protect his reputation, he threatened to cut off my mother's life-saving cancer treatment. The price for her life? I had to publicly announce I was barren and welcome his mistress and their child into our home. My six years of sacrifice, my entire life, had been a lie designed to control and humiliate me. I was nothing more than a disposable tool. The next day, in front of a room full of reporters, he handed me the script for my public humiliation. I tore it to pieces. Then I stepped up to the microphone and said, "I am here today to announce that my marriage to Jackson York is over."

Action Modern Romance

8.4

She Erased Him, For Her Son

8.4

For five years, I was my boss's secret wife, the mother of his son, and the backbone of his company. But on our son Leo's fifth birthday, he chose to spend the evening with his new protégé, Chelsi. That night, he missed Leo's party. Then he asked me and our son to move out of our home so Chelsi could stay there after her apartment flooded. "It's just a temporary arrangement," he said, as if asking me to move a plant. "She's a colleague, and she's in a difficult situation. What do you expect me to do?" The next day, he tried to make up for it with a birthday gift for Leo-a toy snake. He didn't remember that our son is deathly allergic to the peanut shells it was filled with. Leo looked at his father, his heart breaking. "You don't know my allergy, Daddy?" That was the moment I knew it was over. I had already filed for divorce, but this was the final confirmation. I took our son and walked away from our house, our life, and the man who never truly saw us. As we drove to the airport, I blocked his number. This wasn't just a separation; it was an erasure.

Mafia Modern Romance

9.8

The Broken Ballerina's Secret Paris Escape

9.8

I traced the floral patterns on the silver candlestick, my fingertips numb from the cold of the penthouse. It was our fifth anniversary, and the Wellington steak I’d spent four hours preparing sat soggy and defeated under the dim chandelier. Fielding finally walked in at 1:00 AM, smelling of scotch and tuberose—a scent I didn't own. When I tried to touch him, he recoiled as if my fingers were acid, then disappeared into the bathroom where I heard him moan his ex-girlfriend's name with a desperate, guttural longing. The betrayal didn't end there. The next day, I found him at a luxury restaurant, watching him slide a massive pink diamond onto Corinna’s finger—the same ring he’d told me was a "business investment." I stood hidden behind a frosted glass partition as his friends laughed, calling me a "lame duck" and a "depressed millstone" around his neck. Fielding didn't defend me; he calmly told them our marriage was just a "debt" he had to pay because I’d saved his life in the crash that ended my ballet career. "She's a millstone, Fielding. How long are you going to play nursemaid?" "I owe her. It's a debt. I pay my debts." When I finally confronted him, he didn't show remorse. Instead, he threatened to use his power to declare me mentally unstable and freeze my grandmother’s trust fund so I’d be left "crippled and penniless" on the street. I realized then that Fielding didn't want a wife; he wanted a martyr to ease his survivor's guilt, as long as I stayed broken and dependent. He thought he’d clipped my wings for good, but he didn't know I’d been secretly studying for the Sorbonne while he was out with his mistress. As I put on my designer gown for the charity gala, I wasn't preparing for a party. I was liquidating my jewelry for untraceable cash and planning the ultimate exit. He thinks I’m his prisoner, but the countdown to my final act has already begun.

Modern Mystery Romance

7.9

The CEO's Runaway Pregnant Architect

7.9

For five years, I was the invisible force behind my charismatic architect boyfriend's empire, painstakingly designing the dream home we built together. But for the eighteenth time, Jayson canceled adding my name to the deed, rushing out on our candlelit dinner for yet another "critical emergency" with his young, attractive mentee, Ciera. He left me alone at our custom dining table, blindly prioritizing her manufactured crises over our future. Hours later, Ciera posted a photo on Instagram. She was sitting in his executive chair, wearing his unbuttoned dress shirt, with two empty wine glasses on the desk. When I finally confronted him the next morning, he didn't apologize. Instead, he looked at me with arrogant amusement. "Where are you going to go, Allison? Without me? Without this firm? Don't forget, I made you!" My love didn't die in a sudden explosion; it bled out drop by drop over eighteen broken promises. I had poured my soul into his success, only to be treated like a disposable asset in my own home. To make the irony even more suffocating, a plastic stick in my bathroom soon revealed two stark red lines. I was pregnant with his child. I didn't cry, and I certainly didn't use the baby to beg for his love. Instead, I packed a single suitcase, accepted a senior role at his biggest rival firm in London, and left a resignation letter on his desk. This time, I am building an empire of my own.

Billionaire Modern Romance

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