The Alpha Chose Her Over Our Unborn Twins

When the rogue injected Amelie Palmer and me with the aphrodisiac serum, I knew we were in trouble. Without the antidote, we would be driven to madness—or death. My mate, Ayden Harper, the Lycan King, immediately pulled out the ancient heirloom antidote from his pocket. His aura, always commanding and cold, seemed even more unyielding now. He didn’t hesitate. He moved toward Amelie, his childhood savior and chosen Luna, and prepared to administer the antidote to her. Marco Gomez, his loyal Beta, stepped forward, his voice urgent. "Alpha, there’s only one dose. You should give it to Lilliana. She’s your mate, your chosen partner." I was on the floor, my body burning with the serum’s effects.

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When the men tore my clothes off, a muffled groan suddenly came from Ayden’s study.

"Amelie, not so rough."

I froze.

I didn’t dare to imagine what they were doing.

Tears poured down like a flood.

Ayden, how could you do this to me?

"Ah!"

My scream echoed through the room.

"Smack!" Someone slapped me.

"Shut up!"

"If you disturb the Alpha King and Luna, you’ll regret it!"

"Now, be a good little Omega and serve us!"

I fought back with everything I had.

But it was useless. Completely useless.

I didn’t know how long it had been before they finally threw me aside like trash.

The burning heat in my body had subsided a little, but I knew this was only the beginning.

Two more days. Two more days of this torment.

The next second, I felt a warm flow rush out of me.

I looked down and saw blood, staining my white pants.

My heart clenched.

"Save my pups, please, save me."

Soon, people arrived, but it wasn’t Ayden. It was a few Omegas.

Seeing the blood, they frowned in disgust.

"How pathetic. No wonder the Alpha King prefers Luna Amelie."

"Of course, he even gave her the ancestral necklace instead of saving her. That proves he doesn’t care about this one."

Yes, Ayden didn’t love me anymore.

I had felt it for a while.

But right now, I didn’t care about that. I just wanted to save my pups.

I begged them to help me, to take me to the Healer.

But they sneered. "The Alpha King already said it’s fine if you lose them. They’re not his anyway."

But they *are* his.

I wanted to scream it, but I had no strength left.

My consciousness was slipping away.

In the last moment, I was still thinking about the gift I had prepared for Ayden.

I decided I would make sure he received it.

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I woke with a gasp, my heart hammering against my ribs as if trying to escape. The familiar walls of my Omega quarters came into focus—the thin mattress, the single window letting in a sliver of moonlight, the worn wooden floor I'd scrubbed countless times. But something was wrong. No, something was exactly right. My lungs filled with the scent of night air, pine, and something else—something that made my wolf, Lyra, stir uneasily within me. I knew this night. I'd lived through it once before, and I'd died because of it. *Remember*, Lyra whispered in my mind, her voice urgent. *Remember everything.* I pressed my thumb hard into my palm, grounding myself as I looked at the calendar on my wall. The date glared back at me in cruel black ink—the night of Aidan's poisoning.

Fantasy Romance Werewolf

9.8

After My Alpha Left Me, I Became a White Wolf

9.8

I stared at the two pink lines on the pregnancy test, my hands trembling so badly I nearly dropped it into the chipped sink of the Omega quarters. Three years. Three years of stolen moments in Sebastian's office after midnight, of whispered promises in the dark, of believing that love could somehow bridge the gap between an Alpha heir and a wolfless Omega like me. Now I had proof that our connection was real. Undeniable. I pressed my palm against my still-flat stomach, a nervous smile tugging at my lips. This changed everything. Sebastian would have to acknowledge me now. He'd defy his father, Marcus Stone, and claim me as his true mate. We'd finally stop hiding.

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9.7

After My Mate Chose My Best Friend Over Me

9.7

Pain tore through my lower abdomen, sharp and unforgiving. I gasped, gripping the edge of the sterile examination table until my knuckles turned white. "Breathe, Vivienne. Just breathe," Elara Voss murmured. The head healer of the Ironvale Pack wiped a damp cloth across my forehead. Her voice was calm, but when I looked up, her eyes quickly darted away. Her hands lingered on my bare shoulders. It was a heavy, guilty hesitation. A beat that lasted just a second too long. I filed that look away in my mind.

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8.1

Los Alphas de Alana

8.1

En un mundo donde la magia y la pasión reinan, Alana, una joven con un destino único, se encuentra en el centro de una lucha por el amor y la supervivencia. Tres reyes Alphas, cada uno con su propia personalidad y deberes, han sido los responsables de herir de diferentes maneras a Alana, sin saber que ella es su pareja destinada. Ahora, los Alphas deben dejar de lado sus diferencias y trabajar juntos para ganarse el amor de Alana, o de lo contrario, todos morirán, ya que la conexión entre ellos es débil, y si no logran fortalecerla, la muerte los espera. A medida que Alana se enfrenta a sus propios sentimientos y a la verdad sobre su destino, debe decidir si puede perdonar a los Alphas y unirse a ellos en una unión que podría salvarlos a todos. Pero ¿podrán los Alphas demostrar su valía y ganar el corazón de Alana antes de que sea demasiado tarde? ¿podrá Alana aceptarlos finalmente?

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9.4

My Alpha Chose Her Over Me

9.4

The cabin groaned in the wind like something dying. I pulled the threadbare blanket tighter around my shoulders, but it did nothing against the cold that seeped through the gaps in the wooden walls. Rain dripped steadily through a crack in the roof, plinking into the metal bucket I'd placed in the corner three days ago. The sound had become a metronome marking the hours of my exile. This wasn't how I'd imagined my life when I'd defied my father and left the Silver Moon Pack. Alpha John had warned me. Begged me, actually, in that gruff way of his that passed for tenderness. "That man will break you, Nora," he'd said, his hand heavy on my shoulder. "He doesn't see you. He only sees what he's lost." But I'd been so sure.

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8.2

My Mate Rejected Me to Make Her His Luna

8.2

The fluorescent lights of The Rusty Fang still burned behind my eyelids as I stumbled up the three warped wooden steps to our trailer. Fourteen hours. Fourteen hours of forcing smiles at rogue wolves who could barely afford coffee, let alone tips. My feet screamed in protest with every step, the cheap diner shoes having given up any pretense of support around hour nine. I fumbled with the keys, my fingers stiff and clumsy. The lock finally gave way with its usual grinding protest, and I pushed inside, immediately hit by the stale air that always seemed to cling to the walls no matter how many windows I opened. Cairo wasn't home. I should have felt relief. Instead, a hollow ache settled in my chest as I dropped my purse on the sagging couch and kicked off those torture devices masquerading as shoes. The silence pressed against my ears, broken only by the hum of our ancient refrigerator and the distant sound of someone's television through the thin walls.

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The Alpha Chose Her Over Our Unborn Twins

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