The Alpha's Broken Mate Is The True Queen
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I spent six months choking down bitter herbs to cure my silver poisoning, just so I could finally bear pups for my mate, Alpha Holden.
But on the day I got my medical clearance, I discovered he was cheating on me with a low-level Omega intern.
Worse, I overheard him and my own brother talking in his office. My four-year marriage was a grotesque trap. My fake sister, Kylie, was the one who hired a rogue to cripple my wolf, and Holden only mated me to protect her from being exiled.
My entire family knew the truth, yet they protected the culprit while treating me like a cursed, wolfless burden.
When my brother violently spilled boiling soup on my stomach at a family dinner, exposing my horrific scars, my parents just rolled their eyes.
"Stop the pity play, Ariana," my mother sneered.
Holden didn't care about my burns either. He abandoned me on a freezing mountain road in the rain the moment his mistress called.
I couldn't understand how my own flesh and blood could sacrifice me for a fake daughter, or how my mate could turn our sacred bond into a sickening lie.
But I didn't shed a single tear. I secretly secured my Pack Identification Papers and gathered ironclad proof of his infidelity. I just needed one month to execute the Rejection ritual and walk away forever.
The Alpha's Broken Mate Is The True Queen Chapter 1
Ariana POV
The crisp medical clearance in my hand felt like a ticket to paradise. Six months of choking down Healer Danna's bitter herbs had finally paid off. The liquid silver was completely flushed from my system. I could finally bear pups for my mate, Alpha Holden.
The phantom pain of four years ago briefly flared in my veins-the dark alley, Rogue Darian's cruel laugh, and the agonizing burn of the silver poison that forced my newly awakened White Wolf into a deep coma. Everyone in the Pack called me a cursed wolfless. But Holden hadn't cared. He had wrapped me in his intoxicating cedar scent, offering me a ring and a promise of forever. I thought the Moon Goddess had sent me a savior.
The private elevator chimed, opening to the executive floor of Hayes Tech. I stepped out, eager to share the good news, but a cloying vanilla scent immediately assaulted my nose.
"Do you have an appointment?" Bree, the low-level Omega intern Holden sponsored, blocked my path. Her chin tilted in arrogant defiance.
Beta Collier rushed forward from his desk, his face pale. "Bree, step back. Apologize to the Luna."
But I wasn't looking at Collier. My eyes were fixed on Bree's hands. Her nails were painted a distinct Morandi blue-the exact shade of the "ink stain" I had scrubbed off Holden's collar yesterday. My gaze trailed up to her collarbone, where her blouse was carelessly unbuttoned. Deep, purple love bites marred her skin. And beneath her cheap vanilla perfume, the unmistakable, possessive scent of Holden's cedar clung to her like a second skin.
My stomach plummeted. The mate-bond pulsed with a sickening truth. He hadn't been avoiding my bed for the past six months to "let my Inner Wolf heal." He was using this Omega as a stand-in to vent his lust.
Ignoring Bree's smug smirk, I walked past them toward the heavy oak doors of the Alpha's office. They were slightly ajar. I raised my hand to push them open, but the voice inside froze my blood.
"You need to be discreet with that Omega plaything, Holden," my own brother, Bryan, growled. "If you let your backyard catch fire, it'll ruin everything."
Holden's arrogant chuckle drifted through the crack. "Relax, Bryan. Ariana is a broken, wolfless dependent. She won't notice a thing. Besides, I only mated her to buy you time."
"I know," Bryan sighed, his tone devoid of any brotherly affection. "Wiping Kylie's tracks from that silver attack wasn't easy. If the Enforcers found out Kylie hired that Rogue to cripple Ariana, she'd be exiled."
"Exactly. I played the devoted Alpha, and Ariana fell right into the trap. Kylie is safe."
The medical paper slipped from my trembling fingers.
A trap.
The four years of devotion, the sweet whispers, the sacred mate-bond-it was all a grotesque lie. My husband and my own flesh-and-blood brother had sacrificed me to protect Kylie, the fake daughter who had stolen my life and poisoned my soul.
A soul-tearing agony ripped through my chest. The mate-bond screamed, twisting like a jagged silver blade in my heart. I doubled over, biting down on my lower lip so hard that metallic blood flooded my mouth, swallowing the agonizing whimper that threatened to escape.
I didn't burst in. I didn't scream. The betrayal was too absolute, too cold. I turned on my heel, my heart turning to absolute ice, and walked away toward the executive terrace. I forcefully severed the emotional tether on my end of the bond, plunging it into a suffocating, dead silence.
Almost instantly, a chaotic ripple echoed behind me.
Through my heightened hearing, I heard the violent scrape of a heavy chair. Holden's Inner Wolf let out a sudden, panicked rumble. The heavy oak doors were ripped open, slamming against the wall.
"Where is she?" Holden's voice was tight, laced with a frantic terror I had never heard before.
"Alpha?" Beta Collier stammered in the hallway. "Luna Ariana was just here... she had a run-in with Bree at the elevator."
The scent of pure, unadulterated panic flooded the corridor as I pushed open the glass doors to the terrace.
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The Alpha's Broken Mate Is The True Queen of Contents
Chapter 1 Ch. 1Chapter 2 Ch. 2Chapter 3 Ch. 3Chapter 4 Ch. 4Chapter 5 Ch. 5
Chapter 6 Ch. 6
Chapter 7 Ch. 7
Chapter 8 Ch. 8
Chapter 9 Ch. 9
Chapter 10 Ch. 10
Chapter 11 Ch. 11
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7.3
I found out my husband of three years had cheated on me and his mistress is the one who told me-because he didn't have the balls to do it himself.
I move out and get a new apartment, a job as a bartender, and try to move on with a broken heart. I wonder where it all went wrong, if I hadn't been enough for him, if I'd been stupid for marrying him in the first place.
I'm at work one night when he walks inside-the most beautiful man I've ever seen. He sits at the bar and a forest fire burns between us. I was depressed the moment before he entered, but the second I look at his blue eyes, I forget the dumpster fire that my life has become. I invite him back to my place and it's the most passionate night of my life. I expect to never see him again.
I just want him as an anti-depressant-but he wants me all to himself. I just got my heart ripped out of my chest so I want something easy and no-strings-attached, but he wants all the strings because he's hooked.
I don't get much of a say in the matter, and that's not surprising when I learn why-because he's the Butcher. The crime lord of all crime lords, the boss that overshadows all of Paris, that makes everyone abide by his rules-or pay.
And now I'm his.
7.8
Alayna was working a grueling catering shift in worn-out heels to support her broke college boyfriend, Caiden, who claimed to be studying at the library.
But through the crack of a VIP suite door, she saw him wearing a bespoke suit and a Patek Philippe watch, sipping expensive liquor.
"It's a little poverty role-play. Keeps things interesting."
He was laughing with his rich friends, mocking her as his clueless "charity case."
To make matters worse, she was forced into a humiliating mascot costume just in time to watch him passionately kiss his wealthy ex-girlfriend.
That same night, Alayna's mother collapsed with gastric cancer, requiring a half-million-dollar surgery.
When a desperate Alayna begged Caiden for help, he refused.
"Why don't you just apply for Medicaid? That's the path for people like you."
For two years, she had starved herself to buy his textbooks, his tickets, and his shoes.
He had stolen her sweat and her sacrifices, all for a cruel game.
The sheer audacity of his betrayal made her blood run cold.
When a billionaire stranger stepped in to pay her mother's medical bills in exchange for a one-year fake marriage, Alayna didn't hesitate to sign the contract.
She slipped the flawless diamond ring onto her finger, opened a spreadsheet, and sent Caiden an invoice for every single cent.
This time, she was going to dismantle his entire life.
7.9
Cora Foster was a brilliant archaeologist, but a jagged burn scar across her face made the world treat her like a contagious monster.
During an elite excavation of a Gilded Age crypt, touching an ancient artifact triggered a terrifying memory. She remembered being Seraphina Beaumont, a socialite brutally buried alive by her vain, cruel sister, Isolde.
When the team pried open the crypt's pristine mahogany casket, they cheered, believing the mummified corpse inside was Seraphina. But Cora recognized the onyx hairpin and the angular jawline. It was Isolde. The sister who had stolen her life, mocked her agony, and left her to suffocate in the dark. Her colleagues scoffed at her forensic proof, dismissing her as a scarred, delusional liability.
Worse, the ruthless billionaire funding the expedition, Julian Montgomery, was the spitting image of Alistair—the man Seraphina had deeply loved. Why was Julian staring at her ruined face with such intense, inexplicable recognition? And why did Isolde take Seraphina's most precious silver ring to the grave?
Driven by a century of agonizing grief, Cora secretly pried the tarnished ring from the mummy's stiff, dead fingers and dropped it into her pocket.
"What are you looking at, Foster?"
Julian's deep voice vibrated inches from her ear, his cold, predatory eyes locked directly onto her half-open pocket.
8.7
Jolie transmigrated into a high-tech universe ruled by beast-shifting Primals, only to wake up in the body of a "defective" female. With a Genetic Compatibility Index of zero, she was publicly discarded by her mandated military partner.
Before she could even adapt, her stepmother drugged her with an illegal aphrodisiac and locked her in a pitch-black suite with that same ex-fiancé—now a feral, maddened beast. The family wanted her torn apart to permanently erase their embarrassment.
But instead of dying, Jolie awakened a rare plant-manipulation power. She bound the raging General, drained his energy, robbed him blind, and fled to a remote farming planet. Just as she thought she was free, the Commonwealth system flashed a new mandate. They assigned her a new husband: Keanu Robertson, a psychotic assassin who had murdered his last three wives.
The system wasn't giving her a partner; it was handing her a death warrant. Keanu despised females, especially a "useless" zero-GCI burden. He tracked her forged alias across the galaxy, descending upon her barren farm in the dead of night with pure murderous intent. How could a discarded, defective girl survive the most feared apex predator in the Shadow Sector?
But as the legendary assassin stepped onto her property to finish the job, a mutated, neurotoxic vine whipped out and completely paralyzed him. Watching the massive killer crash face-first into the dirt, Jolie lowered her rifle and smiled.
"Welcome home, husband."
9.6
I woke up alone in a cold hospital room after a near-fatal car crash.
My husband of three years, Bryant, claimed he was too busy with back-to-back meetings to visit me.
But when I dragged my bruised body into the hallway, I caught him pinning his pregnant mistress against a vending machine.
"As soon as my company IPOs next month, I'm dumping my useless wife."
"She's so pathetic. She'd be living on the streets if it wasn't for my charity."
For three years, Bryant and his mother had humiliated me for being an orphan, treating me like a penniless burden while he secretly bought a multi-million-dollar townhouse for his new family.
A cold knot formed in my stomach. I had almost died in that wreckage, yet my husband was disgusted by my very existence, eagerly waiting to throw me away.
But Bryant didn't know about the damp, sealed envelope the paramedics had recovered from my wrecked car.
The DNA report inside proved I wasn't a nobody from the gutter.
I was the biological daughter of the Beaumonts—New York's wealthiest, most ruthless billionaire dynasty.
I didn't scream or confront them.
Instead, I calmly pulled out my phone, recorded their affair in high definition, and dialed a Wall Street financier I hadn't spoken to in years.
"I'm done playing the happy housewife. Pull his algorithmic backdoors and drain the accounts."
9.4
I was the daughter of a defeated Alpha, kneeling as a broken war spoil before the ruthless Lycan King, Kaelen Varg.
Through a twisted misunderstanding with a spiked drink, the tyrant lost control. But when he attacked me, an impossible spark ignited between us. His inner wolf roared in triumph, recognizing me as his fated Mate, and he claimed me in the heat of the night.
But the next morning, he woke up with another woman's name on his lips. Realizing he had surrendered to a lowly tribute, his eyes filled with absolute, violent loathing. To erase the humiliation of our bond, he shoved me to the floor like garbage.
"Take her to the Barrens. Leave her there. Make sure she never comes back."
His Beta dragged me to a sealed, sun-baked wasteland crawling with mutated beasts. They clamped silver cuffs onto my wrists, searing my flesh and suppressing my wolf, leaving me to die a slow, agonizing death.
I lay in the scorching dirt, the silver burning into my bones. I couldn't understand how a fated Mate could be so merciless. Why was my life worth less than his twisted pride? Why did I have to be fed to monsters just so he could keep his throne spotless?
The cold rage in my core solidified into a diamond-hard resolve. I forced my bleeding body to stand in the desolate wasteland. I will not die here. I will survive, and I will live to see his kingdom burn.
