The Alpha Who Let Me Go

My body felt as if it were being torn apart as I neared Alpha Lucian’s office. Could it really be him? My mate—betraying me? Sure enough, when I reached the door, I caught a glimpse through the crack. Serena, his Delta, was perched on the edge of his desk. Her legs were crossed seductively, her body leaning into him as she whispered something in his ear. Lucian stood between her knees, his hands resting on her thighs, a smug grin stretched across his face. The pain hit me like a physical blow, and my legs nearly gave out beneath me. My wolf howled in agony. Lucian... how could you? …. They say mates are a gift, a bond stronger than anything else in this world. I believed that too—until I found my mate, Alpha Lucian, tangled in the arms of another. He humiliated me, called me weak, and left me shattered in front of our pack. I was nothing but a joke to him. But as fate would have it, the Alpha King, Darius, came to our pack unannounced. Now, my ex-fiancé is desperate to win me back, but it’s too late…

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The words tasted bitter on my tongue, but as soon as they left my mouth, I felt a strange sense of relief. The bond between us snapped, leaving behind an emptiness that was both painful and liberating.

Lucian flinched, his eyes widening for the first time since I’d walked into the room. “Amelia—”

“Save it,” I said, cutting him off. “You don’t get to humiliate me and then act like you care.”

I turned on my heel, my heart pounding as I walked out of the office. The pack house felt colder than ever, the silence pressing in around me like a vice. But I didn’t stop. I kept walking, my head held high even as tears streamed down my face.

By the time I reached the front door, a small crowd had gathered, drawn by the sound of raised voices. They looked at me with a mixture of curiosity and pity, but I didn’t care. Let them stare. Let them gossip.

I paused at the threshold, turning back to look at them one last time. “For anyone wondering,” I said, my voice loud and clear, “the engagement is off. I’m no longer bound to this pack or to your Alpha.”

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By morning, everyone in the pack knew. The whispers started before the sun even rose, spreading like wildfire through every corner of the territory. By the time I stepped outside my temporary quarters—a modest cabin on the pack's outskirts—eyes were already following me.

They didn’t even bother pretending to look away. The stares burned into my back as I walked toward the training grounds, where I usually went to clear my mind. I could hear the low hum of murmured conversations, fragments of cruel speculation reaching my ears.

“Did you hear? She rejected him. Can you imagine rejecting an Alpha?”

“She didn’t reject him. He probably pushed her to it. Who would want her as a Luna, anyway?”

“I heard she walked in on him and Serena. Bet she couldn’t handle the competition.”

The words stung, but I kept my head high and my steps steady. Let them talk. If they thought I was going to crumble under their judgment, they were in for a rude awakening.

When I reached the training grounds, I found an empty corner and started stretching. The tension in my body was unbearable, coiling tighter with every passing second. I needed to hit something—anything—to release the frustration bubbling inside me.

I was midway through a set of punches on the dummy when I heard someone clear their throat behind me.

“Amelia.”

I froze at the sound of her voice. Serena.

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For three years, I played second fiddle to my boyfriend' s "childhood friend," Eve. When Damion finally whisked me away to Paris to rekindle our dying spark, I thought things might change. Instead, the moment we arrived, he abandoned me in the hotel lobby without my passport because Eve called with a "crisis." I spent my first night in Paris stranded and penniless while he rushed to comfort her. When he finally returned the next morning, he didn't apologize. He flew into a rage because I' d sought safety in an old college friend' s room, accusing me of cheating while he still smelled like her cheap perfume. He actually punched the only man who helped me, screaming that I was the toxic one. The gaslighting was the final straw. I didn't feel anger anymore, just a cold, liberating indifference. While he begged on his knees, quitting his job and promising to cut Eve off forever, I simply walked away. I boarded a plane to London for a promotion I' d once turned down for him, leaving him with nothing but his regrets and the "friend" he chose over me.

Fantasy Modern Romance

8.9

After My Alpha Rejected Me, I Became Lycan Queen

8.9

The pregnancy test trembled between my fingers as I paced the length of Knox's office. The two pink lines had appeared like a miracle—a secret I'd been carrying for weeks now. My hand instinctively moved to my still-flat stomach, cradling the tiny life growing inside me. "Knox will be so happy," I whispered to myself, though my voice wavered with uncertainty. "He has to be." The annual Moonlight Gala was in full swing beyond the heavy oak doors, the sounds of music and laughter filtering through. I'd slipped away from the celebration, unable to bear another minute of watching Knox and Izabella dance together while I stood alone at the edges of the ballroom. I glanced at my reflection in the window. The silver gown Knox had chosen for me hung loosely around my frame—I'd lost weight in recent weeks, my appetite vanishing as the distance between us grew wider. "He'll listen tonight," I promised myself, straightening my shoulders. "A baby changes everything." I practiced the words again, rehearsing how I would tell him.

Fantasy Romance Werewolf

7.4

Mated To The Cursed Lycan King

7.4

Some think I'm cursed. Others think I'm unlucky. But I know what I am. My name is Leora, and I am the Redwood Pack's Alpha's daughter. Well, until my mother died. My father remarried late, so the Pack moved on to new hands. My new stepmother, Amarie, is a spawn of Satan. She gives me to the new Alpha's household as a maidservant as a price for not exiling my father. I become an outcast, abused and punished every single day. On my eighteenth birthday, I find out that I'm mated to the new Alpha's son, Caleb. Enraged, he rejects me, throwing me into the dungeons. In pains, I remain there for days. Then one fateful night, my luck changes. The Lycan King is visiting the Pack to find a mate. Which happens to be me. I'm alone, crying that night, when a towering golden-eyed man charges in and rips the dungeon doors off their hinges. I gasp when he cups my chin, and whispers softly. "Stop crying, mate. I'm here now. And I'll make sure no one ever brings you to tears ever again!" I thought my problems were over then. But it was only the beginning.

Fantasy Horror Werewolf

8.3

My Alpha Forced Me to Serve His Chosen Mate

8.3

I smelled him before I saw him. Dark cedar and rain-soaked earth. It hit me like a wall, cutting straight through the pine and mud of Briarwood's eastern border, and my knees almost buckled right there in the crowd. No. No, no, no. My wolf stirred — faint, barely a whisper these days — and let out a sound so small and broken it made my chest ache. She knew. She always knew before I did. I pressed my fingertips hard into the inside of my wrist and forced myself to breathe. The wolves around me were already shifting, murmuring, pressing closer to the tree line where our Alpha, Gerald, stood with his Beta and Gamma.

Fantasy Romance Werewolf

9.2

My Alpha Took My Blood to Heal His Mistress

9.2

The sound of tires on gravel jerked me from my afternoon rest. Through the window, I watched a sleek black SUV pull up to the pack house, my heart sinking with each passing second. Jonathan was home. I smoothed down my simple dress and checked my reflection in the mirror. Ten years as Luna of the Blood Moon Pack, and still my hands trembled when he returned. Not from excitement—from dread. "Luna Elodie!" Our Beta's voice echoed through the hall. "Alpha Jonathan requests your presence at the main entrance immediately." Requests. As if it were a polite invitation rather than a command. I grabbed my cane, wincing as my damaged leg protested.

Fantasy Romance Werewolf

9.7

My Husband Tried to Kill Me for His Chosen Luna

9.7

The coastal road stretched before us, winding through ancient pine forests that gave way to breathtaking ocean views. I kept my eyes on the road, but my attention was divided between the winding coastal highway and the trembling figure beside me. "Are you okay, Sasha?" I asked, glancing at my sister-in-law huddled in the passenger seat. Her fingers clutched a small velvet pouch containing her scent-soothing artifacts—her lifeline in a world that often overwhelmed her senses. "I'm fine," she whispered, though her voice betrayed her anxiety. "Just... thank you for bringing me here, Anastasia." I reached across the console and squeezed her hand. "Of course. The Moonlight Bay Territory is the perfect place for you to heal. No one will judge you here." Sasha's wolf had been dormant since the rogue attack three years ago—the attack she'd suffered while saving my mate, August.

Fantasy Romance Werewolf

The Alpha Who Let Me Go

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