The Broken Luna's Revenge: Alpha's Regret

I was the anomaly. The Glover heiress who never shifted. To my fated mate, Alpha Bryant, I was lower than an Omega—I was his servant. When his mistress, Kalia, pushed me into the freezing lake, I screamed for him. I felt the mate bond pull, begging him to save me. But Bryant looked right at my flailing body, turned his back, and swam to save the woman who had pushed me. He didn't stop there. To "teach me submission," he locked me in a silver-coated cell that burned my skin like acid, all because Kalia lied about a stomach ache. He watched her burn my dead mother's journals. He let her slap me until I bled. He told me I was a genetic dead end, a defect that needed to be erased. I lay in the dark, my bones broken and my heart shattered, wondering why the Moon Goddess hated me. But she didn't hate me. She was preparing me. Bryant thought he had broken me. He didn't know that the man who pulled me from the water wasn't a rogue, but the Lycan King. And he certainly didn't expect me to walk into his gala, hand in hand with the King, and unleash the power of the White Wolf to burn his entire dynasty to the ground.

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Charlotte POV:

The terrace doors shattered outward, not from impact, but from the sheer force of Alphas rushing to the scene.

Kalia stood there, claws dripping with a tiny amount of my blood, her chest heaving. But the moment she saw Bryant, her posture collapsed. She crumpled to the floor, retracting her claws instantly.

"She attacked me!" Kalia wailed, clutching her stomach. "My baby! Bryant, she tried to hurt our pup!"

The lie hung in the air, toxic and heavy. Werewolf hearing is acute; everyone heard her claim. A pregnancy. The ultimate trump card.

Bryant's eyes turned crimson. The colour of an Alpha blind with rage.

He didn't look at the scratch on my shoulder. He didn't smell the fear radiating off Kalia which was fear of me , not for a child. He only saw his 'Luna' on the floor.

He crossed the distance in a blur of speed. His hand wrapped around my throat, lifting me off my feet.

"Bryant, no!" I choked, clawing at his hand with my good arm.

"Silence!" he roared.

Then, the pressure in the air changed. It became heavy, crushing, like gravity had increased tenfold.

"Kneel!"

The Alpha's Command.

It wasn't just a shout; it was a psychic hammer blow. Every wolf in the vicinity flinched. For a pack member, disobeying a direct command from their Alpha causes physical agony, like nerves being set on fire.

My knees buckled. My body screamed to obey. To submit. To bare my neck.

But I bit my lip until it bled. I locked my legs. I stared into his red eyes.

"No," I wheezed.

Bryant looked shocked. An Omega, a wolfless one at that, resisting a Command? It was unheard of.

"You defy me?" he snarled, tightening his grip. "You attack a pregnant mother? You are a monster."

"She's lying!" I managed to say. "She's not pregnant! Smell her!"

Kalia let out a high-pitched scream. "My belly! It hurts!"

Bryant didn't wait. He dragged me to the edge of the terrace. We were on the second floor. Below us lay the stone patio of the hotel gardens.

"You need a lesson in submission, Charlotte," he said coldly.

He held me over the railing. The wind whipped my hair. The guests inside were gasping, some murmuring, but no one moved. No one interferes with an Alpha's discipline.

"This is for the heir," Bryant whispered in my ear. "Pray she doesn't lose it."

Then, he let go.

I didn't scream. I just watched his face as I fell. There was no regret there. Only annoyance.

I hit the stone with a sickening crunch.

Pain exploded in my leg. My right femur snapped. My head slammed against the pavement, and the world spun into a kaleidoscope of black and grey.

I lay there, broken, unable to move.

From the balcony above, I heard Kalia's voice, clear and mocking. "Oh, thank goodness, Bryant. I feel better now. It must have been just a cramp."

Just a cramp.

I lay on the cold stones, rain starting to fall, mixing with the blood pooling around my leg.

I closed my eyes.

Wake up.

The voice inside me was louder this time. It wasn't Jaden. It wasn't my human thoughts.

It was Her.

Deep in the marrow of my broken bones, something ancient stirred. It felt like white fire. It didn't heal me instantly-I was still too blocked, too suppressed-but it took the pain and turned it into fuel.

I was taken to the hospital again. This time, the Pack hospital. They threw me in a room and left me.

I lay there for hours. My hearing, usually average, sharpened. I could hear the nurses gossiping at the station down the hall.

"Alpha Bryant is with Miss Kalia in the VIP suite," one whispered. "She's getting a pedicure."

"And the girl? The Glover heir?"

"Just give her some aspirin. Alpha's orders. No rapid healing serum. He says she needs to learn pain."

I stared at the ceiling. The tears didn't come. I was done crying.

The door opened. I expected a nurse.

Instead, a shadow fell over my bed.

It wasn't Bryant. It wasn't Jaden.

It was a delivery man. He looked nervous. "Package for... Miss Glover?"

He placed a box on the bedside table and ran, terrified of being seen near the outcast.

I reached out with my trembling hand and opened it.

Inside was a smartphone. The screen lit up. A message from an unknown number.

They broke your body. Don't let them break your spirit. The game is just beginning. - J.

And below that, a file attachment.

I opened it. It was a video file. Security footage from the AURA lab.

It showed Kalia breaking in two nights ago. It showed her stealing my design portfolio.

I smiled. My lip split, and blood trickled down my chin, but I smiled.

They thought I was just a girl who fell off a balcony. They didn't know I was the CEO of the company they were wearing.

And I was about to fire them all.

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Julian Laurent was known as the most notorious playboy in Rivermont, changing girlfriends as often as he changed his clothes and treating marriage like a joke. Clara Sterling, on the other hand, had always been the most quiet and obedient daughter of the Sterling family. Raised as the heir since childhood, she had been flawless in every word and every gesture. A family-arranged marriage forced these two complete opposites into the same life. On their wedding night, Julian openly made out with a young model at a nightclub. For the first time, Clara cast aside her propriety, slapping him and demanding a divorce on the spot. But before the next day was over, their families had forced them to remarry. This time, Julian managed to stay faithful for a month before he cheated again. Clara filed for divorce once more, cutting ties with him completely. However, that very same day, it was revealed that Clara was not the real daughter of the Sterling family, and she was thrown out. At her lowest point, Julian found her and solemnly promised to protect her from then on. They remarried again, and from that day forward, the scandals surrounding Julian ceased. Everyone said Clara was lucky. Even her best friend insisted that Julian had truly settled down, and Clara believed it. Until she saw him in a hospital corridor, holding her best friend's hand, his voice strained with deep emotion, "I never liked her. You're the one I've always loved!" It turned out all of his tenderness had been a lie. This time, she walked away and never looked back. And the man who had once treated her as disposable only realized after she was gone that he had long since drowned in her quiet love, unable to escape.

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8.5

After He Saved Her, I Walked Away Forever

8.5

The ceiling cracked first. Not a sound you forget. Not a groan or a creak — a snap, like a bone breaking inside the building itself. I looked up from my music stand and saw the fracture race across the plaster above the rehearsal hall, fast and jagged, like lightning drawn in reverse. Then the floor moved. It rolled under my feet, and my bow skidded across the strings in a shriek that didn't sound human. Music stands toppled. Someone screamed near the back of the hall. The overhead lights swung in wide, sickening arcs, throwing shadows that lurched across the walls like living things. I reached for Gregory.

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7.7

Dying, I Left His Ruthless Bed

7.7

The Cameron family clinic smelled like lemon polish and impending death. For three years, I'd been a vessel in a cold, forced marriage to Underboss Kade Cameron. But today, the doctor's words would shatter everything. "No heartbeat," Dr. Finch declared, then, "Stage IV gastric cancer. Terminal." A double death sentence. As the world tilted, a news alert flashed: Kade, my husband, parading his mistress, Carla Shaw, across Europe-"a love that defies family lines." Dying and carrying his dead child, I overheard nurses gossip Kade wanted me gone for his "true love." I chose to feel the D&C agony, cleansing him from my soul. Stumbling out, Kade accused me of killing his child, then rushed Carla, feigning illness, to OB/GYN, ignoring my bleeding and dying state. Back at the mansion, I vomited blood, my body failing. Kade watched with disgust, dismissing my terminal diagnosis as a "performance." He called me "collateral," a "debt payment," then left me for his mistress. The last shred of loyalty shattered, replaced by chilling clarity. I signed the divorce papers he dismissed as a "tantrum," leaving his ring. No longer a Cameron, no longer his possession. With Fluffy, I made one call, choosing to die on my own terms, finally free.

Action Modern Romance

9.1

My Ex-Husband's Fatal Ignorance

9.1

Five years ago, I was a world-renowned concert pianist. Now, I'm an auto mechanic with a mangled right hand, hiding from a past my ex-husband, Carter, dismisses as a "tantrum." He drags me to a charity gala where his mistress, Alexandrea, puts me on the spot, demanding I play for the city's elite-a cruel, public humiliation she knows I can't perform. When I refuse, Carter shoves me to the ground in a rage. He still thinks our daughter, Lily, is alive, and he uses her as a weapon. "Behave," he hisses, "and maybe we can bring Lily back home." Bring her home? The sheer ignorance is staggering. He has no idea our daughter froze to death in the same car crash that destroyed my hand. But just before the gala, my best friend uncovered the final, devastating truth. It wasn't an accident. They sabotaged my car and left us for dead. Tonight, I'm not just attending a party. I'm orchestrating a funeral. Theirs.

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8.7

Rejected Mate's Scarlet Redemption

8.7

My mate, Alpha Boston Cruz of the Silver Fang Pack, was obsessively clean. In the three years of our bond, I was never able to get close to him; I couldn’t even hand him a paintbrush without wrapping it in paper first. Even then, he’d take it and meticulously sanitize it with disinfectant. If I accidentally touched his fingertips, he’d punish me by making me kneel naked in the sun, claiming it was to disinfect me and purify my filthy body. Things changed one day when I tripped over a paint bucket and fell into his arms. I was surprised when he didn’t make me kneel outside, and I naively thought he was finally willing to accept me. But the next day, my nude sketches were up for auction at an underground exhibition. Some wealthy rogues inquired about the price with obvious ill intentions. Alpha Boston stood expressionless, spraying alcohol over himself. "A filthy Omega, riddled with germs, dares to touch the clothes Beta Clare gave me?" he sneered, his Alpha tone cutting through the room like a whip.

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9.4

The Abandoned Wife's Cold Revenge

9.4

I was bleeding out on the cold ER table, my body failing, while the hospital’s blood bank sat empty. My husband, Clayton, stood just outside the glass doors, watching me die with the terrifying indifference of a man deciding on dinner. When the doctor begged him to sign the transfusion consent form to save my life, he didn't hesitate. He took the pen, slashed his signature across the Refusal of Treatment form, and turned his back on me to answer a call from the woman he truly loved. As my heart monitor flatlined into a long, piercing scream, I watched him walk away to comfort his mistress over a thunderstorm, leaving his legal wife to rot in a body bag. I was nothing to him—a vicious, disposable obstacle in his perfect world—and he ensured I left with absolutely nothing, freezing my accounts and cutting off my life. But he made one fatal mistake: he left me alive. I survived, and as I lay in the dark, the pathetic flame of my love for him snapped and died, replaced by a cold, broken promise. If I survived this night, I would make sure he bled for every second of the hell he put me through. I ripped the IV from my arm, stood up on my prosthetic leg, and walked out to start my war.

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The Broken Luna's Revenge: Alpha's Regret

Chapter 3

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