Six Days to Abandon My Fated Alpha

Reina Lawson had been with Dean Willis, the Alpha of the Silver Moon Pack, for ten years. She had his favorite lavender scent etched into her memory, a permanent reminder of their bond. He had finally agreed to mark her as his Luna, yet he was secretly seeing an 18-year-old Delta warrior from the Crimson Fang Pack. In the days leading up to their marking ceremony, he indulged in this young wolf’s bucket list. He went on pack hunts, moonlit runs, and even traveled to the Howling Peaks to watch the Northern Lights with her. But he didn’t know Reina’s time was running out. She had booked a flight overseas, donated his entire fortune, and removed the lavender-scented charm he had gifted her. While he was counting down the days to their marking ceremony, she was planning her escape. --- On the day Reina was diagnosed with a rare and incurable wolf-borne disease, Dean’s young mistress, Alexia Knight, came to see her. "I know I’m the other she-wolf," Alexia said with unsettling honesty, biting her lip before continuing, "I know you’re about to be marked as his Luna, but—" "Alpha Dean doesn’t love you anymore." "I’ve been with him for a year.

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Early in the morning, Reina Lawson ticked off another square on her calendar. Only ten days remained before she would leave the country. The faint scent of rosemary—Dean’s mate scent—still lingered in the air, a cruel reminder of the bond she was about to sever.

The creaking of the door behind her drew her attention. Alpha Dean Willis stepped inside, shaking off the snow from his jacket before approaching to embrace her. He still hadn’t warmed up to her short hair, a stark contrast to the long, flowing locks he’d once admired.

His eyes were drawn to the calendar, particularly to the heavily marked third day of the upcoming month—the day of their marking ceremony. Dean chuckled softly, playfully pinching her cheek. "Can’t wait to make you my Luna, huh?" he joked, his alpha tone softening into something almost affectionate.

He counted aloud, "Just ten days left."

Dean nestled his face against her neck, his warmth a sharp contrast to the cold air outside. "Maybe we should take some time in the next few days to dye your hair back to black and add some extensions?" he suggested, his voice carrying the subtle command of an Alpha. "You’ll look breathtaking on our marking day."

"No need," Reina replied, her expression unchanged, her gaze fixed on the calendar. "There’s not much time left."

Dean fell silent for a moment, his dominant aura flickering with uncertainty. "Right," he finally said, pulling back.

He grabbed his coat from the chair, his movements brisk. "There’s plenty to sort out for the ceremony. The Crimson Fang Pack’s warriors caused some trouble at our borders yesterday, so I’ll be caught up for a while. I won’t be back anytime soon."

As he spoke, he observed her, his piercing gaze searching for a reaction. Waiting for her to change her mind, to agree, to say, *Okay, Alpha, let’s go dye my hair, let’s extend it again.*

But she simply returned his gaze, her own resolve unwavering. The mate bond between them felt like a weight in her chest, a connection she was ready to break.

"Go ahead," she said. "After all, we only have ten days left."

Dean said nothing, his jaw tightening as he turned and slipped into the night, his broad frame disappearing into the darkness without a backward glance.

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The grand ballroom of the Silverwood packhouse glittered with crystal chandeliers and polished marble, a stark contrast to the darkness brewing in my heart. I stood at the entrance, my fingers nervously adjusting the strap of the silver sequined gown Ryan had demanded I wear. The fabric scratched against my skin, uncomfortable and restrictive—much like my life as Luna of this pack. "You'll wear this, and you'll smile," Ryan had ordered earlier, his Alpha tone leaving no room for argument. "The pack expects their Luna to look the part." Now, as we entered the Anniversary Gala, he didn't even glance my way. His hand rested on the small of Alaina's back instead, guiding her through the crowd as if she were his Luna, not me. "Sylvia, you look... interesting," Alaina said, her voice dripping with false sweetness as she passed me. Her emerald gown flowed effortlessly around her curves, custom-made to perfection. "I'm surprised you found something that could accommodate your...

Fantasy Romance Werewolf

8.4

Alpha's Virgin Slave

8.4

[Guaranteed good R-18 content] Seeking his mate, the prophesied counter curse. The alpha organises a ball every 5 years and the invite is sent to everyone. However, unlike Cinderella, Danielle gets trapped in the golden cage after sneaking in the ball. What happens when another woman is supposed to be in her place? Many women and one Alpha. Humiliation, entrapment, conspiracies. And a secret pregnancy. He hates her for being the counter of his curse. While she cannot see him dying despite the hate. Her touch is the cure but his tongue is the chaos.

Fantasy Romance Werewolf

8.8

Claimed by the Alpha's Redemption

8.8

After my mate’s betrayal, I found myself sifting through his old phone. There, buried deep in his messages, were conversations that revolved around another she-wolf’s name with every word. "Lulu, if not for the pack’s interests, Amelia Bennett wouldn’t hold my attention for a second." "Every encounter with her makes me sick; you’re the one I truly love." Reading these affectionate yet damning words made my heart feel as if it had turned to ash. When I blinked again, I found myself revisiting the day the Bennett and Harper packs arranged their union. This time, I chose to let go willingly and decided to mate Ayden Harper, Emmett’s aloof and proud uncle. --- In the grand hall of the Silver Moon Pack, my father, Gamma Bennett, suddenly stood from his seat, his broad frame towering over the room. "Lia, are you sure you want to mate the Alpha of the Red Claw Pack?" With firm resolve, I replied, "Yes, Father, I’m sure." After a long pause, he sighed, his strong jaw tightening. "Alright, if that’s your decision, I’ll inform Alpha Harper." Once Father left, Emmett burst into the hall, his presence commanding despite his rogue status. "Amelia, the pack healer said if Lulu doesn’t undergo surgery soon, she might not make it through the year." "When will you finally donate your bone marrow to her?" I looked at him coldly, memories of a past life flooding in. Back then, I had been manipulated into undergoing a bone marrow transplant.

Fantasy Romance Werewolf

8.3

My Alpha Begged Me Back After Calling Me Unworthy

8.3

The spiritual boar's heart was still warm under my blade when the kitchen doors slammed open. I didn't look up. My silver boning knife moved with practiced precision, separating membrane from muscle in one clean stroke. The scent of iron and wild sage filled the air—the signature of a beast that had fed on moonflowers in the northern territories. Three years working at the Moonlight Hotel had taught me to lose myself in the work, to find peace in the rhythm of the cut. "Well, well. Still playing butcher, I see." That voice. My hand stilled. Kendrick Perry stood in the doorway, his designer suit catching the fluorescent lights. Beside him, Angelina Scott held up her phone, the little red recording light blinking like a predator's eye.

Fantasy Romance Werewolf

9.1

My Alpha Framed Me to Protect His Pregnant Lover

9.1

The phone rang while I was cutting silver paper for Lyla's gifts. I knew it was him before I looked. Seven years of marriage teaches you the rhythm of a man's calls, even the ones that lie. I picked up and tucked the phone against my shoulder. "Amelie." Cullen's voice was tired in that careful way of his. "There's a problem at the northern border. Rogues. I can't make it back for the Solstice." I kept cutting. The scissors made a clean, even sound. "How many?" I asked.

Fantasy Romance Werewolf

8.7

Rejected by the Alpha’s Heart

8.7

Eight years into our mate bond, Gunnar had grown distant. He had appointed a young and beautiful Beta, Gemma Simmons. She didn’t care for the luxurious lifestyle of the Alpha’s inner circle; all she wanted was to wander the city streets with him, savoring the simplicity of life. She seemed too innocent for this world. It was clear Gunnar was enchanted by her. When I brought her up just once in conversation, he responded as if under attack, cautioning me, "Gemma and I are just packmates. Don’t use your tricks to ruin an innocent wolf’s life." At that moment, I finally understood—our bond was over. *** "Mom, did the mermaid princess and the prince live happily ever after once they defeated the wicked witch and got married?" Before bed, my pup Alaiya listened with her cheeks slightly puffed in frustration at the story’s abrupt conclusion. "Why do pack legends always end with the marking ceremony? They never say what happens afterward!" Holding the storybook, I hesitated slightly.

Fantasy Romance Werewolf

Six Days to Abandon My Fated Alpha

Chapter 6

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