The Alpha's Broken Mate Is The True Queen
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.
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Chapter 2
Ariana POV
The biting wind of the executive terrace whipped my hair across my face, but it was nothing compared to the absolute ice in my veins. Before I could reach the far stairwell, the heavy glass door swung open. It wasn't Holden. It was my brother, Bryan. The aggressive stench of his violent liquor scent immediately suffocated the fresh air.
"Throwing a tantrum over a low-level Omega?" Bryan sneered, looking down at me with utter disdain. "You're a wolfless burden, Ariana. You can't even help Holden run the Pack. The least you could do is not cause a scene. Why can't you be more like Kylie? She's thoughtful, useful, and always puts the Pack first."
I bit the inside of my cheek until I tasted copper. For four years, I would have cried, begging for my brother's affection and defending my worth. Not today. I locked my hatred and despair deep within my soul, forcing my face into a mask of perfect, dead submission. I lowered my eyes.
"You're right, Bryan. I apologize," I murmured softly.
Bryan frowned. His aggressive Alpha wolf shifted uneasily beneath his skin, clearly disturbed by the absolute void where my usual desperate need for his approval used to be. It was like punching a ghost. Before he could say more, Holden burst onto the terrace, his eyes wild with a panic I now knew was just fear of losing his perfect cover.
"Ariana!" Holden gasped, wrapping his arms around me. I forced down the bile rising in my throat and subtly slipped out of his embrace as he guided me back into his office.
The heavy oak doors clicked shut. A moment later, Bree sauntered in, carrying a tray of coffee. Her cheap vanilla scent clashed sickeningly with Holden's cedar. She deliberately brushed her Morandi blue nails against Holden's palm as she set the cup down, her eyes flashing me a triumphant, provocative smirk.
I didn't scream. I just smiled thinly. "A low-level intern shouldn't be interrupting the Alpha and Luna. Know your place, Omega."
Bree stiffened. Holden quickly intervened, playing the devoted husband to perfection. He picked up a steaming mug from his desk-the bitter Healer's potion I had choked down for six months to clear the silver from my womb. "Drink your medicine, my love. For our pups."
I took the mug. Without blinking, I tipped it over, watching the dark, bitter liquid splash directly into the trash can.
Holden's jaw dropped. That potion meant everything to his 'perfect family' image.
"I'd prefer iced juice," I said coldly, meeting his shocked gaze. "And perhaps you should teach your intern some basic manners. You're far too lenient with her."
Assuming I was merely throwing a jealous fit over the Omega, Holden immediately turned his wrath on Bree to save face. "Get out and fetch the juice. Now!" he barked. Bree paled and scurried away. I looked at Holden's mask of concern, my heart turning to stone. I just needed one month. One month to gather the ironclad proof of Kylie's silver poison and execute the Rejection ritual in front of the entire Pack.
An hour later, I walked out of the Hayes Tech building. An icy rain had begun to fall, soaking through my clothes as I sat on a muddy bench by the street. I pulled out my phone and dialed a number I hadn't called in years.
"Senior Brother Finn?" I asked, my voice trembling slightly against the cold.
"Ariana?!" Finn's warm, pine-scented voice boomed through the speaker. "Are you finally ready to come back to Professor Gerhard's eVTOL lab?"
"Yes," I whispered, blinking away the rain. "But I need one month to handle some Pack business first."
"Take your time! The lab's doors are always open for our genius."
I hung up, a fragile sense of purpose taking root in my chest. Just then, the hiss of tires on wet asphalt drew my attention. A black Maybach rolled slowly past the curb. The rear window was cracked open just enough for my heightened hearing and smell to catch it.
The overwhelming, sickening blend of cedar and cheap vanilla spilled into the cold air. Inside the dimly lit cabin, I saw Bree straddling Holden's lap, their mouths locked in a desperate kiss. He was soothing his agitated Inner Wolf with his plaything, right after playing the doting husband.
The final, poisoned silver nail was driven into the coffin of our mate-bond. Deep within my soul, beneath layers of trauma and suppression, the White Wolf that had been comatose for four years let out a faint, vengeful whimper.
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8.6
I was the youngest Paladin in history, the absolute pride of the Azure Blade.
But after a disastrous mission in the snow, I was falsely accused of slaughtering my own squad.
Grand Master Bernardo Rowe didn't just exile me; he surgically severed my connection to the magic Aether, turning me into a crippled mortal.
Desperate to survive, I tried to climb the Holy Stairs to reclaim my legendary sword, "Rebellion."
Instead of answering my call, my own blade shrieked in absolute rejection and blasted me down the thousand stone steps.
My bones snapped like dry twigs, and I was left in a pool of my own blood.
The pilgrims laughed at me. The guards declared me a lost cause and left me to rot in the dirt.
I should have died there, betrayed by the Order and the holy magic I once served.
But a silent, massive laborer named Cato Sims dragged my mangled body into the shadows.
He healed my shattered skeleton in mere days with impossible skill, yet he allowed lowly servants to spit on him and beat him just to keep my presence hidden.
I didn't understand why my holy sword had abandoned me, and I understood even less why this stranger was protecting a condemned criminal.
When I finally snapped and demanded to know his price for saving my life, he didn't ask for money or my body.
"The mountain does not forget its debts. I am reclaiming what was taken from it."
Staring into his unyielding eyes, I realized my exile wasn't the end, but the beginning of a terrifying truth.
8.0
Scarlett Hayes thought marrying James Whitmore would finally make her family see her as more than a burden.
Instead, it destroyed her life.
Framed for crimes she didn't commit, betrayed by the people she trusted most, and sentenced to prison while pregnant, Scarlett lost everything in a single night.
Then came the cruelest blow of all.
After giving birth in chains, she was told her baby had died.
The people responsible believed she would spend the rest of her life rotting behind bars.
They were wrong.
Five years later, Scarlett returns.
No longer the discarded daughter of the Hayes family. No longer the broken woman they left behind.
Now she is Commander Scarlett Hayes-a decorated war hero, the unseen force behind a global intelligence empire, and a woman powerful enough to make governments tremble.
She comes back for one reason only: revenge.
Her ex-husband, the stepsister who stole her life, and the family who buried her alive are about to learn exactly what happens when a woman with nothing left to lose takes back everything they stole.
But as Scarlett tears through the secrets of her past, one truth threatens to change everything-
the child she mourned for years may not be dead.
And the mysterious man connected to the night that changed her life has been watching from the shadows all along.
9.7
Elara Voss was rejected by her Alpha on the night of the Blood Moon - cast aside as a nobody with no wolf, no rank, and no future. She ran. But fate had other plans.
In the human world, she collides with Damien Crest - cold, ruthless billionaire by day, the last living Shadowking by night. He offers her a contract marriage. She has nowhere else to go.
But ancient markings are awakening on her skin. A god is whispering her name. And Kael, the fearsome Werewolf High King, has declared across all supernatural realms that she is his fated mate.
Two kings. Two worlds. One woman who was never supposed to matter.
They all rejected her once. Now they'll burn their empires down to claim her.
9.0
I traded my innocence to my fated mate, the Alpha King, just to get a stalk of Moonlight Grass to save my dying brother.
But after a night of agonizing physical connection, he didn't mark me. Instead, he tossed me a single, useless dried leaf and a credit card, treating our sacred bond like a cheap transaction.
When I refused his insulting offer to be his secret, nameless mistress, he choked me against a wall and banished me from his lands forever. I fled to the human city, only to watch from the shadows a week later as he publicly escorted a pure-blood noble female, preparing to make her his Luna. Meanwhile, I was forced to sell herbs in the lawless black market just to survive, where I was cornered by a gang of violent rogues.
I didn't understand. We were chosen by the Moon Goddess. When our skin touched, the mating sparks nearly blinded us both. Why did he look at me with such cold disgust? Why did he throw me away like trash, only to parade another woman as his queen?
Running for my life from the rogues, I tripped and fell onto the asphalt, right at the feet of a convoy of black SUVs.
The man stepping out was the Alpha King who had sworn to kill me if he ever saw me again.
But as the rogues demanded I be handed over, his eyes darkened with a terrifying, primal fury.
"She's mine."
7.9
Estrella Ward gave five years of her life to her husband, draining her trust fund to save him from bankruptcy and raising his son as her own.
But one night, she woke up in a freezing hotel room, drugged, with a stranger's bite marks on her skin.
Her husband burst through the door with cameras, his vicious family, and her ten-year-old stepson, publicly framing her as a cheating whore.
The horrifying truth soon surfaced: her husband had drugged her himself, selling her body to his Wall Street boss to secure a senior partnership.
Estrella fought back with hidden security footage, blackmailing him into submission after discovering she was pregnant with his boss's child.
But fate dealt a cruel blow. She was diagnosed with aggressive, terminal breast cancer.
She refused to abort the baby to keep her leverage, but the cancer spread too fast.
She died alone in a cold hospital room, her vengeance unfinished, while her husband and his cruel family celebrated.
They thought they had successfully buried her and her secrets forever, escaping unpunished for destroying her life.
But when she gasped for air and opened her eyes again, she wasn't in a cold grave.
She was in a sterile hospital bed, looking at the perfectly manicured hands of Brooklyn Thompson—the notorious, empty-headed socialite everyone despised.
Estrella's soul had survived the abyss.
"You're going to pay for every drop of blood."
She clenched her new fists, the fire of her vengeance burning brighter than ever.
8.8
Alaia Dudley spent her life playing the devoted partner, completely unaware that her fiancé Austen was sleeping with another woman.
She thought the worst he could do was break her heart, until she found herself pinned to a cold operating table.
Austen held her down with a cruel smirk while a scalpel sliced through her sternum.
They cracked her chest open while she was still fully conscious.
The agonizing pain of her heart being cut out burned into her nerve endings.
She realized then that to him, she was never a lover—just a spare organ, a boring piece of wood to be discarded the second his true love needed it.
She died in excruciating agony, choking on her own blood while the man she loved walked away with her heart.
Until her last breath, she didn't understand why she had to suffer so brutally.
Why did she waste her life begging for a monster's attention? Why did they get a happy ending while she was carved up like an animal?
But then, ice-cold water flooded her lungs, and Alaia violently broke the surface of her bathwater.
Her trembling fingers touched her smooth, flawless chest. No scars. Her heart was still beating.
The date on her phone glared back at her: it was exactly five years ago.
Tonight was the exact night Austen first took his mistress to a hotel room.
This time, she wouldn't just expose them. She would use Wall Street's most terrifying tyrant as her personal weapon to strip them of everything they had.