Sold for a Fake: The Alpha's Lost True Mate

On our fifth anniversary, my husband, Alpha Ethan, didn't give me a gift. Instead, he watched as his "invalid" mistress, Ilene, poured a tureen of boiling soup laced with Wolfsbane directly onto my chest. As the poison ate through my skin and I screamed in agony, Ilene clutched her heart and faked a panic attack, claiming my noise was hurting her. Ethan didn't call a doctor for me. His eyes glowed amber with power, and he turned his Alpha Command on his dying mate. "Stay down!" He forced me to lie paralyzed in my own melting flesh, unable to move or whimper, just so my screams wouldn't disturb the woman who had poisoned me. He scooped her up and walked away, leaving me on the restaurant floor. That night, the bond in my chest finally snapped. I didn't argue. I didn't fight. I simply burned every photo of us, masked my scent, and vanished into the night. It took Ethan two years to discover the truth. Ilene wasn't a fragile victim. She had been taking suppressants for years, hiding a healthy wolf while draining his bank accounts and laughing at his guilt. He slaughtered her in a rage and spent his fortune searching the globe for me, desperate to beg for forgiveness. But he was too late. He finally found me on the cover of an international art magazine. I wasn't the weak, wolf-less Omega anymore. I stood tall, glowing with the power of the legendary White Wolf. And the man standing next to me, with his hand possessively claiming my waist, wasn't him. It was the Lycan King.

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Chapter 4

Aurora POV:

"Her spine is fractured. Her left leg is shattered. If she were human, she would be dead."

The doctor's voice was grim. I lay in the hospital bed—my second home this week—unable to move. A neck brace held my head rigid.

"Will she heal?" Ethan's voice. He sounded wrecked. Good.

"Slowly. Her wolf is... fading, Alpha. The bond is the only thing keeping her system running. If you don't mark her soon, her body might give up on the trauma."

Silence. A long, heavy silence.

"I can't mark her yet," Ethan whispered. "Ilene is..."

"Ethan," I croaked.

He rushed to my side. "I'm here. Don't try to move."

"I want... the Council," I managed to say. "I want to press charges. Attempted murder."

Ethan's face hardened. He pulled a chair up and sat down, taking my hand. I tried to pull away, but I was too weak.

"Aurora, listen to me. There are no cameras on the stairs. It's your word against hers."

"There are cameras in the hall," I whispered. "They would show... she pushed me."

Ethan looked down. He didn't meet my eyes. He looked conflicted, his scent souring with frustration.

"I checked the logs," he said quietly. "The system was down for maintenance. There is no footage."

My blood ran cold. "How convenient. Did Ilene tell you that? Or did her 'trauma' cause an electromagnetic pulse?"

"Stop it," he hissed, leaning closer. "Why are you so obsessed with blaming her? She was hysterical, Aurora. She said you tripped. Why would she lie? She can barely walk up those stairs herself without getting winded."

"She's playing you, Ethan. She's strong."

"She took a bullet for me!" He stood up, pacing the room. "She is an invalid because of me. I won't have you twisting an accident into a murder plot just because you're jealous."

"Jealous? She nearly killed me!"

"And if I launch an investigation, do you know what happens? The press gets wind of it. The stock prices tank because the Alpha's household is a war zone. Ilene gets dragged through interrogations she can't handle mentally. I am protecting the pack."

"You're protecting a monster."

"I am making hard choices!" He ran a hand through his hair. "Just... let it go. We will say you fell. That is the official story."

"You... you are a monster."

"I am an Alpha!"

"Make it difficult?"

A surge of energy, hot and white, bubbled up from the base of my spine. It wasn't the weak Omega energy I was used to. It was ancient. It was furious.

The glass pitcher of water on the bedside table suddenly shattered. Smash!

Water and glass exploded outward.

Ethan jumped back, staring at me. "How did you...?"

He looked at me, really looked at me. For a second, he saw something in my eyes that scared him.

But then, denial washed over his face. "You're in distress. Your energy is spiking because of the pain."

He pressed a button on the wall. "Nurse, give her a sedative. She's hysterical."

"No!" I gasped. "Ethan, look at me! I am not—"

Two nurses rushed in. I felt the prick of a needle in my arm.

The world began to swim.

"Sleep, Aurora," Ethan said, smoothing my hair back. "When you wake up, we will forget this happened. We will start over."

As the drug pulled me under, I had one clear thought.

There is no starting over.

He hadn't seen the truth because he refused to look. He was blind, willfully and pathetically blind.

I wasn't going to wait for him to kill me for real.

I wasn't going to the Council. They were all corrupt old men who bowed to money.

I was going to leave.

Not just the house. Not just the city.

I was going to leave the werewolf world entirely. I would disappear into the human world, where Alphas had no power and 'mates' were just a fairy tale.

I would become a Rogue. A lone wolf.

It was a death sentence for most. But lying there, drugged and broken, I realized I was already dead in this pack. At least out there, I would die free.

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My entire family was slaughtered three years ago by Alistair Kirkland, the usurper who stole the underworld throne. I was the only survivor. Smuggled out of New York as a child, I was trained in the shadows to become a flawless weapon. Now, at sixteen, I returned to the city that was supposed to be my graveyard. But the New York I returned to was a suffocating cage. Kirkland didn't just wipe out the Valenzuela bloodline; he branded my few surviving loyalists as traitors. He paraded my men down the streets in heavy iron chains, letting the very people we once protected hurl rocks at them. He bought the doctors, ensuring my wounded soldiers would bleed out in the dark. Even worse, the mother of my only ally—Julian Morgan—secretly sold us out to a Chicago warlord just to keep her archaic grip on power. I stood in the shadows, watching an eleven-year-old boy get his head smashed with a jagged stone just for defending his father's honor. How could the city my grandfather built cheer for our extermination? Why did the old guard prefer to cower and die in the dark rather than fight the monster who stole our home? "Ghosts don't knock on my door, Athena. What do you want?" Julian asked me. I tossed a blood-stained ledger of Kirkland's deepest secrets onto his desk. "I'm here to help you take back what's yours, and burn Alistair Kirkland's empire to the ground."

Action Mafia Modern

8.6

Enslaving The Moon Goddess

8.6

~Did she cut her wedding gown off? What the heck! How could she turn it to that? ~ ~ What's going on with her? Why is she in sneakers? ~ ~What's she holding behind her ~ My ears listened to their whispers as I stood at the doorstep about to enter the hall. My gaze fell on my soon-to-be husband waiting for me by the alter and I chuckled remembering everything. Well, yes, I shortened my most beautiful wedding gown to a short gown that reaches above my knees and also on sneakers instead of heels, but then, this feeling is different; I've never felt this way my entire life. I'm supposed to be feeling rage boiling through my veins, anger, fury, accompanied with pains, and screams but that's not the case. Right now, I'm feeling super excited. Without delaying it any longer, I revealed the KRISS Vector gun I had been hiding behind me, and their facial expressions were joy-giving. I burst into laughter before releasing the fire on them. Wondering the kind of bride I am? I am Elora, the bride who went on a killing spree on her wedding day.

Action Romance Werewolf

8.4

My Peace Beyond His Regret

8.4

My boyfriend, Damien, chose a Vegas trip with his toxic best friend, Branden, over our relationship, ignoring my ultimatum that if he walked out, we were over. He walked. A week later, he was back, dangling a designer handbag as a peace offering. But while he was partying, I was in the ER with a severe, stress-induced anxiety attack. The final blow came when I saw Damien had 'liked' Branden' s social media post mocking my pain. He stood outside my apartment, laughing with Branden, calling me "dramatic" and "clingy," completely unaware I had already packed his entire life into boxes. "What... what is all this, Cecil?" he stammered, his face turning from shock to rage as he saw his belongings ready for the movers. "What have you done?" I looked him dead in the eye, my voice cold and steady. "We're over, Damien. So, are these boxes going to your place, or to Branden's?"

Action LGBT+Modern Romance

9.1

On My Brother's Bed

9.1

"You walked into my room, Astrid. No bra. No panties. What did you expect me to do? Pray?" "I expect you to look away." "Look away?" he chuckled in a low, dangerous tone as he trod toward me. "Baby, I've looked away for damn five years." ~ When Astrid returns home for summer, she's expecting chill nights and zero drama. Except her brother's best friend–Rhett Rivers–is crashing at their house. And he has grown into every bit of the trouble she shouldn't want. One time at a party leads them to an unforgettable one nightstand What if Astrid Cole realizes she'd not just had sex with her brother's best friend but also let him touch her in some kind of way she never felt?

Action Modern Romance

8.8

PRISONER OF HIS DESIRE

8.8

Bella was forced to marry Alpha Gwen, a man old enough to be her grandfather. But something unexpected happened on the night of their wedding, Alpha Gwen slumped and died. For Bella's half-uncle to inherit the dead Alpha's men and land, a substitute husband was searched for, but instead of capturing an Omega or a slave, Baron, the Alpha of Greenwood pack was the victim. Known for his vengeanceful nature, Baron vowed to avenge what he considered an invasion of his body, and his revenge had to be a like-for-like. Imprisoned in Baron's fortress, Bella had to fight for her life, seduce her captor, and protect her new family. But what happened when Bella's son had one of the reddest hairs on earth? Just like Alpha Edmond, a man who once captured Bella and wants her for himself?

Action Romance Werewolf

7.1

Reborn Heiress: The Wolf's Vengeance Deal

7.1

I lay paralyzed on stiff white sheets, a prisoner in my own skin, listening to the rain lash against the window like nails on a coffin. My father, Elmore Franco, didn't even look at my face as he checked his clipboard. He just listened to the steady, monotonous beep of the heart monitor-the only thing proving I was still alive. Without a hint of remorse, he pulled a pen from his pocket and signed the Do Not Resuscitate order. My stepmother, Ophelia, stepped out from behind him, wearing my favorite pearl necklace and smelling of cloying perfume. She leaned close to my ear to whisper the truth that turned my blood to ice. "It was the tea, darling. Just like your mother. A slow, tasteless poison." She chuckled as she revealed that my fiancé, Bryce, had a two-year-old son with my sister, Daniela. My inheritance had been funding their secret life for years, and now that the money was secure, I was an inconvenience they were finally scrubbing away. As my father yanked the power cord from the wall, the beeping died, and the darkness swallowed me whole. I was being murdered by my own flesh and blood, used as a bank account until I was no longer needed. I died in that sterile room, drowning in the realization that every person I ever loved was a monster who had been waiting for me to take my last breath. Then, I gasped. I woke up in a luxury hotel suite surrounded by silk sheets, five years in the past-the very morning of my wedding. Next to me lay Basile Delgado, the "Wolf of Wall Street" and my family's most dangerous enemy. In my first life, I ran from this room in a panic and lost everything. This time, I looked at the man who would eventually destroy my father's empire and decided to join him. "I'm not leaving, Basile. Marry me. Right now. Today."

Action Billionaire Fantasy

Sold for a Fake: The Alpha's Lost True Mate

Chapter 4

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