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 5
Ariana POV
The silence in the grand dining room was deafening. I kept my shirt lifted, the raw, blistered flesh of my stomach framing the dark, twisted dead-branch scar of the silver poison. I waited for the shock. I waited for my family's outrage.
Instead, my heightened senses caught a sudden, rancid shift in the air.
A sour, suffocating stench of panic and heavy guilt radiated from Alpha Gene, Luna Beverly, and my two brothers. My blood ran ice-cold. They weren't surprised. The horrifying truth clicked into place-my entire family knew Kylie had hired that Rogue to cripple my Inner Wolf, and they had helped cover her tracks.
Before I could unleash my fury, a feral growl ripped through the room. Holden's cedar scent spiked with aggressive, possessive rage. His Alpha ego couldn't stand the sight of other males looking at his mate's bare skin, nor could he stomach the visual reminder of the dirty deal he had made to protect Kylie.
He lunged forward, his large hands roughly grabbing the hem of my soaked shirt and yanking it down. The coarse fabric scraped violently against my fresh burns.
I gasped, my knees buckling from the searing agony.
"Don't look at her!" Holden snapped at my brothers, his claws extending as he grabbed my wrist in a bruising grip. "I'm taking her to the bathroom to run cold water-"
"Don't touch me!" I snarled, fighting against his iron hold.
Suddenly, a sharp chime echoed through the room. The giant screen at the head of the table flickered to life. Kylie's face appeared, framed by the luxurious backdrop of her overseas villa. Because she was a wolfless Omega, she couldn't use the Pack's mind-link.
Instantly, the suffocating tension vanished. My parents and brothers morphed into doting, affectionate figures.
"Did Holden make you mad again, Ari?" Kylie asked, her voice dripping with fake, sugary innocence. Even through the screen, I could almost smell her nauseating, artificial lily perfume.
I stared at her, my hatred solidifying into a weapon. I stopped fighting Holden's grip. Instead, I forced a sickeningly sweet smile, looping my arm through his and resting my head against his tense shoulder.
"Not at all, Kylie," I purred, staring dead into the camera. "Holden and I were just discussing the Healer's fertility herbs. We're preparing to breed our own strong Alpha pups. They'll be so excited to call you Auntie."
The effect was instantaneous. Kylie's sweet smile froze, her eyes flashing with pure, venomous jealousy. As a low-level Omega, breeding strong pups was her deepest insecurity.
Beside me, Holden went completely rigid. His Inner Wolf panicked. He had been avoiding my bed for months, spending his lust on Bree. My sudden declaration of breeding terrified his guilty conscience. He awkwardly pulled his arm out of my grasp, stepping away.
The sight of both of them breaking character sent a wave of cold satisfaction through me. Without another word, I turned and walked out of the dining room.
I headed upstairs to my old bedroom to find some burn ointment, but I froze in the doorway. My small room had been entirely gutted. It was now a shrine to Kylie's aviation hobby, filled with Blackwood Empire model planes and a massive poster of her in a flight suit.
"You don't even deserve a room here, wolfless," Bryan sneered, stepping up behind me.
I needed my Pack Identification Papers-the legal documents required to sever my ties with the Taylor Pack and execute the Rejection ritual. I couldn't leave without them.
I swallowed my pride and let my eyes well up with fake tears. "I just came to get my Pack Identification Papers," I whispered, looking down. "I want to transfer my Maple Bay penthouse and the Maserati to Mom for her birthday. I just wanted to prove I can be as good a daughter as Kylie."
Bryan's aggressive posture relaxed into smug amusement. He completely bought my pathetic, desperate act. "Finally learning your place," he scoffed. He walked down the hall to the family safe, punched in the code, and tossed the thick envelope at my chest.
I clutched the papers tightly. My ticket to freedom.
I hurried downstairs, heading straight for the front doors. But a heavy Alpha aura slammed into my back.
"Where do you think you're going?" Bradford barked, stepping into the foyer. "Get back to the table. You're embarrassing this family."
I slowly turned around and walked back into the dining room. Bradford smirked, thinking I had submitted to his command. I stopped right at the edge of the long mahogany table, my eyes locking onto Alpha Gene and Luna Beverly.
My dormant White Wolf surged with a fraction of her true power. I grabbed the edge of the heavy velvet tablecloth with both hands.
With a violent, explosive yank, I ripped it backward.
Pure gold cutlery, bone china tureens, and a feast fit for royalty crashed to the marble floor in a catastrophic explosion of shattered glass and flying food.
Luna Beverly shrieked. Alpha Gene roared, his chair scraping violently against the floor.
"Enjoy your dinner," I sneer, my voice dripping with absolute venom.
I spun on my heel and stormed out the heavy oak doors into the freezing night. Behind me, Holden's frantic voice echoed over the chaos. "Her burns-she's delirious from the pain!" I heard his heavy, panicked footsteps rushing after me into the dark.
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But after a disastrous mission in the snow, I was falsely accused of slaughtering my own squad.
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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
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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
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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.
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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?
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Her trembling fingers touched her smooth, flawless chest. No scars. Her heart was still beating.
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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.